I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.

Well, every man has a religion; has something in heaven or earth which he will give up everything else for - something which absorbs him - which may be regarded by others as being useless - yet it is his dream, it is his lodestar, it is his master. That, whatever it is, seized upon me, made me its servant, slave - induced me to set aside the other ambitions a trail of glory in the heavens, which I followed, followed with a full heart. ...When once I am convinced, I never let go.

O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.

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

I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.

The art of art... is simplicity.