Ideals Are The World's Masters.

Work Was Made For Man, And Not Man For Work. Work Is Man's Servant, Both In Its Results To The Worker And The World. Man Is Not Work's Servant, Save As An Almost Universal Perversion Has Made Him Such.

Artists Are Nearest God. Into Their Souls He Breathes His Life, And From Their Hands It Comes In Fair, Articulate Forms To Bless The World.

Life Always Take On The Character Of Its Motive.

Doubtless The World Is Wicked Enough; But It Will Not Be Improved By The Extension Of A Spirit Which Self-righteously Sees More To Reform Outside Of Itself Than In Itself.

The Gentleman Is Solid Mahogany; The Fashionable Man Is Only Veneer.