Art Is A Jealous Mistress.

There Are Men Whose Language Is Strong And Defying Enough, Yet Their Eyes And Their Actions Ask Leave Of Other Men To Live.

Your Actions Speak So Loud, I Can't Hear What You Say.

The Best Bribe Which London Offers To-day To The Imagination, Is, That, In Such A Vast Variety Of People And Conditions, One Can Believe There Is Room For Persons Of Romantic Character To Exist, And That The Poet, The Mystic, And The Hero May Hope To Confront Their Counterparts.

You Cannot See The Mountain Near.

One Can Never Truly Savor Success Until First Tasting Adversity.