O Jealousy! Thou Magnifier Of Trifles.

Gray Hairs Are Death's Blossoms.

Man, Living, Feeling Man, Is The Easy Sport Of The Over-mastering Present.

The Dignity Of Man Into Your Hands Is Given; Oh, Keep It Well, With You It Sinks Or Lifts Itself To Heaven.

Art Is Difficult, Transient Is Her Reward.

He Who Has Done His Best For His Own Time Has Lived For All Times.