The Creative Impulses Of Man Are Always

Nothing Is Sadder Than The Consequences Of Having Worldly Standards Without Worldly Means.

The Instructed Man Is Ashamed To Pronounce In An Orphic Manner What Everybody Knows, And Because He Is Silent People Think He Is Making Fun Of Them.

Longfellow Is To Poetry What The Barrel-organ Is To Music.

The Creative Impulses Of Man Are Always At War With The Possessive Impulses.

Genius And Virtue Are To Be More Often Found Clothed In Gray Than In Peacock Bright.