There is an optical illusion about every person we meet.

Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue. . . .

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

Every man is a quotation from all his ancestors.

Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.

Every artist was first an amateur.