Help Me To Discover Thy Truth, O

Yes, My Love, Who Soever Lives, Loses, . . . But He Also Wins. [ger., Ja, Meine Liebe, Wer Lebt, Verliebt . . . Aber Er Gewinnt Auch.]

Art Is A Severe Business; Most Serious When Employed In Grand And Sacred Objects. The Artist Stands Higher Than Art, Higher Than The Object. He Uses Art For His Purposes, And Deals With The Object After His Own Fashion.

Still This Planet's Soil For Noble Deeds Grants Scope Abounding.

The Eternal Feminine Draws Us On High.

Few Rash Of Any Modern Nation Have A Proper Sense Of An Aesthetical Whole; They Praise And Blame By Parts; They Are Charmed By Passages. And Who Has Greater Reason To Rejoice In This Than Actors, Since The Stage Is Ever But A Patched And Piecemeal Matter?