Conscience Is A Man's Compass.

Art Is Jealous, And Demands Our Whole Strength ... .

One Can Never Study Nature Too Much And Too Hard

There Is A Sun, A Light That For Want Of Another Word I Can Only Call Yellow, Pale Sulphur Yellow, Pale Golden Citron. How Lovely Yellow Is!

Seeing That I Am So Busily Occupied With Myself Just Now, I Want To Try To Paint My Self-portrait In Writing.

The Diseases That We Civilized People Labor Under Most Are Melancholy And Pessimism.