Every Artist Was First An Amateur.

The Divine Gift Is Ever The Instant Life, Which Receives And Uses And Creates, And Can Well Bury The Old In The Omnipotency With Which Nature Decomposes All Her Harvest For Recomposition.

The Longest Wave Is Quickly Lost In The Sea.

For What Are They All In Their High Conceit, When Man In The Bush With God May Meet?

There Is A Crack In Everything God Has Made

When A Man Says To Me, "i Have The Intensest Love Of Nature," At Once I Know That He Has None.