It is for him that is lonely or in prison to dream of fellowship, but for him that is of a fellowship to do and not to dream.

What is an artist but a workman who is determined that, whatever else happens, his work shall be excellent?

Speak not, move not, but listen, the sky is full of gold. No ripple on the river, no stir in field or fold, All gleams but naught doth glisten, but the far-off unseen sea. Forget days past, heart broken, put all memory by! No grief on the green hillside, no pity in the sky, Joy that may not be spoken fills mead and flower and tree.

That talk of inspiration is sheer nonsense; there is no such thing. It is a mere matter of craftsmanship.

A good way to rid one's self of a sense of discomfort is to do something. That uneasy, dissatisfied feeling is actual force vibrating out of order; it may be turned to practical account by giving proper expression to its creative character.

I half wish that I had not been born with a sense of romance and beauty in this accursed age.

I am going your way, so let us go hand in hand. You help me and I'll help you. We shall not be here very long ... so let us help one another while we may.