Beautiful and rare Aurora, In the heavens thou art their Flora

Fashion and riches will mask much annoyance.

Thought is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper than all thought; Souls to souls can never teach What unto themselves was taught.

He that would earn the Poet's sacred name, Must write for future as for present ages.

No night so wild but brings the constant sun With love and power untold; No time so dark but through its woof there run Some blessed threads of gold.

December drops no weak, relenting tear, By our fond summer sympathies ensnared; Nor from the perfect circle of the year Can even winter's crystal gems be spared.

O Light divine! we need no fuller test That all is ordered well; We know enough to trust that all is best Where Love and Wisdom dwell.

We are spirits clad in veils.

I become more and more inclined to sink the minister in the man, and abandon my present calling in toto as a profession... to create a living religion in landscape painting.

We are spirits clad in veils; Man by man was never seen; All our deep communing fails To remove the shadowy screen.

A man does not need encouragement to lose his heart.

We should be taught not to wait for inspiration to start a thing. Action always generates inspiration. Inspiration seldom generates action.

Now that I'm here where am I?

I cook a lot of Italian food. Bucatini Pomodoro is my best: it's a fat spaghetti with tomato, olive oil, and reminds me of getting married in Italy.

Speaking uses us up, speeds us up. Without prayer, that act of confession for merely existing, one might live forever and not know it.

The intelligent, like the unintelligent, are responsive to propaganda.

...Art itself may be defined as a single minded attempt to render the highest kind of justice to the visible universe, by bringing to light the truth, manifold and one, underlying its every aspect.

Government is either organized benevolence or organized madness; its peculiar magnitude permits no shading.

Things go away and projects crumble and disappear, or you make your movie and it comes out and no one watches it.

Something deep within us drives accurate messiness into the neat channels of canonical stories.