“I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.”

“It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not.”

“Nature is a word, an allegory, a mold, an embossing, if you will.”

“I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on, The windows and the stars illumined, one by one, The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily, And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass; And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass, I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight, And build me stately palaces by candlelight.”

“Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphereto a higher plane, and purify yourselfby drinking as if it were ambrosiathe fire that fills and fuels Emptiness.Free from the futile strivings and the careswhich dim existence to a realm of mist,happy is he who wings an upward wayon mighty pinions to the fields of light;whose thoughts like larks spontaneously riseinto the morning sky; whose flight, unchecked,outreaches life and readily comprehendsthe language of flowers and of all mute things.”

“Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.”

“It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.”