"From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw; I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone."

"There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told."

"Art is to look at not to criticize."

"Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears."

"Grin: — Your true diddler winds up all with a grin. But this nobody sees but himself. He grins when his daily work is done — when his allotted labors are accomplished — at night in his own closet, and…"