The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.

All the intelligence and talent in the world can't make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity. It is a sport, like the silver fox. It happens.

Where there is great love, there are always wishes.

Where there is great love, there are always wishes.

There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.

That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.

The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.

To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent. A reporter can write equally well about everything that is presented to his view, but a creative writer can do his best only with what lies within the range and character of his deepest sympathies.