Good Breeding, A Union Of Kindness And

But A Compassion For That Which Is Not And Cannot Be Useful And Lovely, Is Degrading And Futile.

Art Is A Jealous Mistress; And If A Man Have A Genius For Painting, Poetry, Music, Architecture Or Philosophy, He Makes A Bad Husband And An Ill Provider.

Before A Leaf-bud Has Burst, Its Whole Life Acts; In The Full-blown Flower There Is No More; In The Leafless Root There Is No Less.

I Find That The Americans Have No Passions, They Have Appetites.

There Is Guidance For Each Of Us, And By Lowly Listening We Shall Hear The Right Word.