The end is nothing; the road is all.

The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world.

Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.

Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness.

Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?

Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin.