A Man May Make A Misanthrope Of

The Land Is Dearer For The Sea, The Ocean For The Shore.

When I Heard That There Were Artists, I Wished I Could Some Time Be One. If I Could Only Make A Rose Bloom On Paper, I Thought I Should Be Happy! Or If I Could At Last Succeed In Drawing The Outline Of Winter-stripped Boughs As I Saw Them Against The Sky, It Seemed To Me That I Should Be Willing To Spend Years In Trying.

Every True Friend Is A Glimpse Of God.

Life Hangs As Nothing In The Scale Against Dear Liberty!

There Is Something In The Place Where We Were Born That Holds Us Always By The Heart-strings.