We are the prisoners of ideas.
The soul is the perceiver and the revealer of truth.
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
What's a book? Everything or nothing. The eye that sees it all.
A man is not to aim at innocence, any more than he is to aim at hair, but he is to keep it.
The imitator dooms himself to hopeless mediocrity. The inventor did it because it was natural to him, and so in him it has a charm. In the imitator something else is natural, and he bereaves himself of his own beauty, to come short of another man's.