What we call real estate - the solid ground to build a house on - is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.
A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.
The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may not be going to prove one's self a fool; the truest heroism is to resist the doubt; and the profoundest wisdom, to know when it ought to be resisted, and when it be obeyed.
A hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world.
Our Creator would never have made such lovely days, and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal.
Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.
Life is made up of marble and mud.
Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.
Moonlight is sculpture.
Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.
Sunlight is painting.
