If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well wadded with stupidity.
My eyesight is very poor. I think I have a peculiar kind of eye trouble, and there is nothing to do about it.
Cherish your visions and your dreams as they are the children of your soul; the blue-prints of your ultimate achievements.
All my life I have felt as if I have been exploring a shore and looking at a few pretty shells here and there, while the whole ocean of truth lay undiscovered before me.