True Art Can Only Spring From The

We Eagerly Get Hold Of A Law That Serves As A Weapon To Our Passions.

Every Offense Is Avenged On Earth.

The Artist Who Is Not Also A Craftsman Is No Good; But, Alas, Most Of Our Artists Are Nothing Else.

Old Age Is Never Honored Among Us, But Only Indulged, As Childhood Is; And Old Men Lose One Of The Most Precious Rights Of Man,--that Of Being Judged By Their Peers.

The Day Is For Mistake And Error, Sequence Of Time For Success And Carrying Out. The One Who Anticipates Is Master Of The Day.