Who so loves believes the impossible.
What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.
God’s gifts put man’s best dreams to shame.
And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.
And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.
If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.
Two human loves make one divine.
A great man leaves clean work behind him, and requires no sweeper up of the chips.
Whoever lives true life, will love true love.
What monster have we here? A great Deed at this hour of day? A great just deed – and not for pay? Absurd – or insincere?
Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe, – but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.
If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love’s sake only.
You were made perfectly to be loved – and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.
An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.
Earth’s crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!
I cannot speak in happy tones.
Don’t get me wrong-painting’s all right. But now that we have photography, what’s the point?
It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden.