We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.

He covered page after page with wild words of sorrow and wilder words of pain. There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.

To toil for a hard master is bitter, but to have no master to toil for is more bitter still

An educated person's ideas of Art are drwan naturally from what Art has been, whereas the new work of art is beautiful by being what Art has never been; and to measure it by the standard of the past is to measure it by a standard on the rejection of which its real perfection depends.

Find expression for a sorrow, and it will become dear to you. Find an expression for joy, and you will intensify its ecstasy.

Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.