To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am no solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me. But if a man would be alone, let him look up at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds will separate between him and what he touches.

The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister, is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable.
The production of a work of art throws a light upon the mystery of humanity.
The standard of beauty is the entire circuit of natural forms—the totality of nature; which the Italians expressed by defining beauty as “il piu nell uno.” Nothing is quite beautiful alone; nothing but is beautiful in the whole.