The Choicest Thing This World

A Man In Whom Religion Is An Inspiration, Who Has Surrendered His Being To Its Power, Who Drinks It, Breathes It, Bathes In It, Cannot Speak Otherwise Than Religiously.

If There Be One Attribute Of The Deity Which Astonishes Me More Than Another, It Is The Attribute Of Patience. The Great Soul That Sits On The Throne Of The Universe Is Not, Never Was, And Never Will Be, In A Hurry. In The Realm Of Nature, Every Thing Has Been Wrought Out In The August Consciousness Of Infinite Leisure; And I Bless God For That Geology Which Gives Me A Key To The Patience In Which The Creative Process Was Effected.

Calmness Is The Cradle Of Power.

Why Will You Be Always Sallying Out To Break Lances With Other People's Wind-mills, When Your Own Is Not Capable Of Grinding Corn For The Horse You Ride?

The Temple Of Art Is Built Of Words. Painting And Sculpture And Music Are But The Blazon Of Its Windows, Borrowing All Their Significance From The Light, And Suggestive Only Of The Temple's Uses.