Sweet Is Old Wine In Bottles, Ale

And The Commencement Of Atonement Is The Sense Of Its Necessity.

Man Is In Part Divine, A Troubled Stream From A Pure Source.

To Withdraw Myself From Myself Has Ever Been My Sole, My Entire, My Sincere Motive In Scribbling At All.

A Man Of Eighty Has Outlived Probably Three New Schools Of Painting, Two Of Architecture And Poetry And A Hundred In Dress.

Adversity Is The First Path To Truth.