The observation of nature is part of an artist's life, it enlarges his form knowledge, keeps him fresh and from working only by formula, and feeds inspiration.

If we have not quiet in our minds, outward comfort will do no more for us than a golden slipper on a gouty foot.

High noon behind the tamarisks, the sun is hot above us-- As at home the Christmas Day is breaking wan, They will drink our healths at dinner, those who tell us how they love us, And forget us till another year be gone!

It is strange that we do not temper our resentment of criticism with a thought for our many faults which have escaped us.

How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved!

As many mince pies as you taste at Christmas' so many happy months will you have.

He said true things, but called them by wrong names.

Either this wallpaper goes, or I do!

You don't get harmony when everybody sings the same note.

The inhabitants of the villages ceased, they ceased in Israel, until that I Deborah arose, that I arose a mother in Israel.

There's nobody "out there." It's all in here.

All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim.

Learning without thought is labor lost; thought without learning is perilous.

Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 When all is done, the hell of hells, the torment of torments, is the everlasting absence of God, and the everlasting impossibility of returning to his presence; sayes the Apostle, it is a fearefull thing to fall into the hands of the living God. Yet there was a case, in which David found an ease, to fall into the hands of God, to scape the hands of men: When God's hand is bent to strike, it is a fearefull thing, to fall into the hands of the living God; but to fall out of the hands of the living God, is a horror beyond our expression, beyond our imagination.

The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today. Let us move forward with strong and active faith.

The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty, and all forms of human life.

We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want.

One cannot play chess if one becomes aware of the pieces as living souls and of the fact that the Whites and the Blacks have more in common with each other than with the players. Suddenly one loses all interest in who will be champion.

And hear the mighty stream of tendency Uttering, for elevation of our thought, A clear sonorous voice, inaudible To the vast multitude.

The phrase "public office is a public trust," has of last become common property.