Glance Is The Enemy Of Vision.

When Words Cease To Cling Close To Things, Kingdoms Fall, Empires Wane And Diminish.

Every Great Change Is Simple.

You Have Been Second Always. Tragical? No. You Preferred It To The Usual Thing: One Dull Man, Dulling And Uxorious, One Average Mind- With One Thought Less, Each Year.

The Serious Artist Must Be As Open As Nature. Nature Does Not Give All Of Herself In A Paragraph. She Is Rugged And Not Set Apart Into Discreet Categories.

The History Of An Art Is The History Of Masterwork, Not Of Failures, Or Mediocrity.