When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me by the hand, … Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I require nothing further, I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity beyond the grave, But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied, He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.

Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

This hour I tell things in confidence/ I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.

It is a beautiful truth that all men contain something of the artist in them. And perhaps it is the case that the greatest artists live and die, the world and themselves alike ignorant what they possess.

When one reaches out to help another he touches the face of God.

Be not ashamed women, ... You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.