To walk with nature as a poet is the necessary condition of a perfect artist.

It is the sky that makes the earth so lovely at sunrise, and so splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth the crystal-like ether, in the other the liquid gold.

We are still in Eden; the wall that shuts us out is our own ignorance and folly.

How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.

Amid those scenes of solitude... the mind is cast into the contemplation of eternal things.

Overall, rocks, wood and water, brooded the spirit of repose, and the silent energy of nature stirred the soul to its innermost depths.

None know how often the hand of God is seen in a wilderness but them that rove it for a man's life.

If the imagination is shackled, and nothing is described but what we see, seldom will anything truly great be produced either in Painting or Poetry

Nothing is invented and brought to perfection all at once.

I never succeed in painting scenes, however beautiful, immediately upon returning from them. I must wait for a time to draw a veil over the common details.

How I have walked... day after day, and all alone, to see if there was not something among the old things which was new!

An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does the truth become error because nobody will see it. 1924-1926)

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

A great deal of thought is only a substitute for the thoughts that the individual would really find useful at the time.

I like bad boys, and I like to take them home to my mom.

It's so important to experience what your customers are experiencing and listen to their suggestions.

I was an only child, but I did have a hell of a lot of cousins.

I love Liverpool. The people are wonderful and I feel very much at home there.

I would say that reproductive freedom comes first, then violence and economics.

I often conduct an orchestra in my sleep; my orchestras are so huge that the back desks of the violas vanish into the horizon. And everything is so wonderful.

faint heart never won fair lady