To be free is often to be lonely.

And none will hear the postman’s knock Without a quickening of the heart. For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

The basic stimulus to the intelligence is doubt, a feeling that the meaning of an experience is not self-evident.

It's impossible to represent a saint [in Art]. It becomes boring. Perhaps because he is, like the Saturday Evening Post people, inthe position of having almost infinitely free will.

To choose what is difficult all one's days, as if it were easy, that is faith

The Three Wiseman: The weather has been awful, The countryside is dreary, Marsh, jungle, rock; and echoes mock, Calling our hope unlawful; But a silly song can help along Yours ever and sincerely: At least we know for certain that we are three old sinners, that this journey is much too long, that we want our dinners, and miss our wives, our books, our dogs, but have only the vaguest idea why we are what we are. To discover how to be human now Is the reason we follow this star.

Soft as the earth is mankind and both need to be altered.