Genius Is Infinite Painstaking.

If We Have Been Pleased With Life, We Should Not Be Displeased With Death, Since It Comes From The Hand Of The Same Master.

There Is An Angel Imprisoned In It And I Must Set It Free.

The Great Tragedy Of Life Is Not That People Set Their Sights Too High And Fail To Achieve Their Goals But That They Set Their Sights Too Low And Do.

Art Is The Gift Of God, And Must Be Used Unto His Glory. That In Art Is Highest Which Aims At This.

Love Lent Me Wings; My Path Was Like A Stair; A Lamp Unto My Feet, That Sun Was Given; And Death Was Safety And Great Joy To Find; But Dying Now, I Shall Not Climb To Heaven.