If a book comes from the heart, it will contrive to reach other hearts; all art and author-craft are of small amount to that.

Weak eyes are fondest of glittering objects.

Speech is human, silence is divine, yet also brutish and dead: therefore we must learn both arts.

Does it ever give thee pause that men used to have a soul? Not by hearsay alone, or as a figure of speech, but as a thruth that they knew and acted upon. Verily it was another world then, but yet it is a pity we have lost the tidings of our souls. We shall have to go in search of them again or worse in all ways shall befall us.

The scandalous bronze-lacquer age of hungry animalisms, spiritual impotences, and mendacities, will have to run its course, till the pit follow it.

A good book is the purest essence of a human soul.

Earnestness alone makes life eternity.