Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.

The best picture makes us say, I am a painter also.

One man's justice is another's injustice; one man's beauty another's ugliness; one man's wisdom anpther's folly.

Love should make joy; but our benevolence is unhappy. Our Sunday-schools, and churches, and pauper-societies are yokes to the neck. We pain ourselves to please nobody.

The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

There are no days in life so memorable as those which vibrate to some stroke of the imagination.

The sea is masculine, the type of active strength. Look, what egg-shells are drifting all over it, each one, like ours, filled with men in ecstasies of terror, alternating with cockney conceit, as the sea is rough or smooth. Is this sad-colored circle an eternal cemetery?