Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.
There is properly no history; only biography.
Hitch your wagon to a star.
Art is a jealous mistress.
Who so would be a man must be a nonconformist, He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind