Art Is Evidence Of Our Most Creative

Life Is March Weather, Savage And Serene In One Hour.

A Weed Is A Plant We've Found No Use For Yet.

It Is Very Unhappy, But Too Late To Be Helped, The Discovery We Have Made, That We Exist

A Collector Recently Bought At Public Auction, In London, For One Hundred And Fifty-seven Guineas, An Autograph Of Shakespeare; But For Nothing A School-boy Can Read Hamlet And Can Detect Secrets Of Highest Concernment Yet Unpublished Therein.

Life Is A Search After Power; And This Is An Element With Which The World Is So Saturated,-there Is No Chink Or Crevice In Which It Is Not Lodged,-that No Honest Seeking Goes Unrewarded.