For the eye has this strange property: it rests only on beauty.

Praise and blame alike mean nothing. No, delightful as the pastime of measuring may be, it is the most futile of all occupations, and to submit to the decrees of the measurers the most servile of attitudes.

Surely it was time someone invented a new plot, or that the author came out from the bushes.

It is worth mentioning, for future reference, that the creative power which bubbles so pleasantly in beginning a new book quiets down after a time, and one goes on more steadily. Doubts creep in. Then one becomes resigned. Determination not to give in, and the sense of an impending shape keep one at it more than anything.

How lovely goodness is in those who, stepping lightly, go smiling through the world.

To make ideas effective, we must be able to fire them off. We must put them into action.

Without self awareness we are as babies in the cradles.