The Poor Are Only They Who Feel

Come Out Of The Azure. Love The Day. Do Not Leave The Sky Out Of Your Landscape.

Politics Is A Deleterious Profession, Like Some Poisonous Handicrafts.

To Different Minds, The Same World Is A Hell, And A Heaven.

Great Is Paint; Nay, God Is The Painter; And We Rightly Accuse The Critic Who Destroys Too Many Illusions. Society Does Not Love Its Unmaskers.

The Most Attractive Class Of People Are Those Who Are Powerful Obliquely, And Not By The Direct Stroke: Men Of Genius, But Not Yetaccredited: One Gets The Cheer Of Their Light, Without Paying Too Great A Tax.