It Is Often Wise To Reveal That

No Doubt The Artist Is The Child Of His Time; But Woe To Him If He Is Also Its Disciple, Or Even Its Favorite.

Deaf Rage That Hears No Leader.

O God, How Lovely Still Is Life!

What The Inner Voice Says Will Not Disappoint The Hoping Soul.

The Great Happiness Of Life, I Find, After All, To Consist In The Regular Discharge Of Some Mechanical Duty.