The Past Is The Sepulchre Of Our

The Great Artist Is A Slave To His Ideals.

In Ambition, As In Love, The Successful Can Afford To Be Indulgent Toward Their Rivals. The Prize Our Own, It Is Graceful To Recognize The Merit That Vainly Aspired To It.

A Peculiar Work In Any Art Must Not Be Too Hastily Judged. New Styles Have To Create New Tastes.

Great Warriors, Like Great Earthquakes, Are Principally Remembered For The Mischief They Have Done.

Love Makes A Few Weeks So Rich That All The Rest Of Our Lives Seems Poor In Comparison.