I Learned To Love Despair.

By Heaven! It Is A Splendid Sight To See For One Who Hath No Friend, No Brother There.

I Learned To Love Despair.

And What Is Writ Is Writ - / Would It Were Worthier!

A Man Of Eighty Has Outlived Probably Three New Schools Of Painting, Two Of Architecture And Poetry And A Hundred In Dress.

I Came To Realize Clearly That The Mind Is No Other Than The Mountain And The Rivers And The Great Wide Earth, The Sun And The Moon And The Sky”.