But it is impossible that the creative power should exclude itself. Into every intelligence there is a door which is never closed,through which the creator passes.
Ralph Waldo EmersonThe masters painted for joy, and knew not that virtue had gone out of them. They could not paint the like in cold blood. The masters of English lyric wrote their songs so. It was a fine efflorescence of fine powers.
Ralph Waldo EmersonLet me admonish you, first of all, to go alone; to refuse the good models, even those which are sacred in the imagination of men, and dare to love God without mediator or veil.
Ralph Waldo Emerson