All Art Is But Dirtying The Paper

There Is No Solemnity So Deep, To A Right-thinking Creature, As That Of Dawn.

Labor Rids Us Of Three Great Evils; Tediousness, Vice, And Poverty.

The Last Act Crowns The Play.

Every Noble Life Leaves The Fibre Of It Interwoven Forever In The Work Of The World.

All Of One's Life Is Music, If One Touches The Notes Rightly, And In Time.