No Artist Tolerates Reality.

Good Deeds Shun The Light As Anxiously As Evil Deeds: The Latter Fear That Disclosure Will Bring On Pain (as Punishment), While The Former Fear That Disclosure Will Take Away Pleasure (that Pure Pleasure, That Pleasure Per Se, Which Immediately Ceases Once The Vanity's Satisfaction Is Added).

Art Is The Highest Task And The Proper Metaphysical Activity Of This Life.

A Book Should Long For Pen, Ink, And Writing-table: But Usually It Is Pen, Ink, And Writing-table That Long For A Book. That Is Why Books Are So Negligible Nowadays.

We Are In The Greatest Danger Of Being Run Over When We Have Just Gotten Out Of The Way Of A Carriage.

A Little Wisdom Is Indeed Possible; But This Blessed Security Have I Found In All Things, That They Prefer--to Dance On The Feet Of Chance.