Society Does Not Love Its Unmaskers.

If We Shall Take The Good We Find, Asking No Questions, We Shall Have Heaping Measures.

I Read The Other Day Some Verses Written By An Eminent Painter Which Were Original And Not Conventional. The Soul Always Hears An Admonition In Such Lines, Let The Subject Be What It May. The Sentiment They Instil Is Of More Value Than Any Thought They May Contain. To Believe Your Own Thought, To Believe That What Is True For You In Your Private Heart Is True For All Men, - That Is Genius.

There Was Never A Child So Lovely But His Mother Was Glad To Get Him To Sleep.

People Seem Sheathed In Their Tough Organization.

We Owe To Genius Always The Same Debt, Of Lifting The Curtain From The Common, And Showing Us That Divinities Are Sitting Disguised In The Seeming Gang Of Gypsies And Peddlars.