The world proceeds from the same spirit as the body of man. It is a remoter and inferior incarnation of God, a projection of God in the unconscious.

We write from aspiration and antagonism, as well as from experience. We paint those qualities which we do not posses.

Why should all virtue work in one and the same way? Why should all give dollars? It is very inconvenient to us country folk, and we do not think any good will come of it. We have not dollars; merchants have; let them give them. Farmers will give corn; poets will sing; women will sew; laborers will lend a hand; the children will bring flowers.

The universal soul is the alone creator of the useful and the beautiful; therefore to make anything useful or beautiful, the individual must be submitted to the universal mind.

The flowers talk when the wind blows over them.

Go forth into the busy world and love it. Interest yourself in its life, mingle kindly with its joys and sorrows.

Artists must be sacrificed to their art.