The soul knows no persons.

Every genuine work of art has as much reason for being as the earth and the sun.

It is not length of life, but depth of life.

The True Artist has the planet for his pedestal; the adventurer, after years of strife, has nothing broader than his shoes.

The wave of evil washes all our institutions alike.

To finish the moment, to find the journey's end in every step of the road, to live the greatest number of good hours, is wisdom.

Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it. Then there is a kind of contempt of the landscape felt by him who has just lost by death a dear friend. The sky is less grand as it shuts down over less worth in the population.