You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

The art of art... is simplicity.

I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul.

Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose.

Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.

To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.