This surface on which we now stand is not fixed, but sliding.

If we follow the truth, it will bring us out safe at last.

See how the masses of men worry themselves into nameless graves, while here and there a great unselfish soul forgets himself into immortality.

One mans justice is anothers injustice one mans beauty anothers ugliness one mans wisdom anothers folly.

Mysticism is the mistake of an accidental and individual symbol for an universal one.

The Artist always has the masters in his eyes.

He needs no library, for he has not done thinking; no church, for he is himself a prophet; no statute book, for he hath the Lawgiver; no money, for he is value itself; no road, for he is at home where he is.