A young man must let his ideas grow, not be continually rooting them up to see how they are getting on.

There is far too much talk of love and grief benumbing the faculties, turning the hair gray, and destroying a man's interest in his work. Grief has made many a man look younger.

Terrible and sublime thought, that every moment is supreme for some man and woman, every hour the apotheosis of some passion!

The world belongs to the Enthusiast who keeps cool.

There is nothing like a start, and being born, however pessimistic one may become in later years, is undeniably a start.

The artist isn't particularly keen on getting a thing done, as you call it. He gets his pleasure out of doing it, playing with it, fooling with it, if you like. The mere completion of it is an incident.

Fear, born of the stern matron Responsibility, sits on one's shoulders like some heavy imp of darkness, and one is preoccupied and, possibly, cantankerous.