Bride Knoweth Bride At The Glance Of

I Wanted To Paint A Picture Some Day That People Would Stand Before And Forget That It Was Made Of Paint. I Wanted It To Creep Into Them Like A Bar Of Music And Mushroom There Like A Soft Bullet.

In The Big City A Man Will Disappear With The Suddenness And Completeness Of The Flame Of A Candle That Is Blown Out.

Young Artists Must Pave Their Way To Art By Drawing Pictures For Magazine Stories That Young Authors Write To Pave Their Way To Literature.

To A Woman Nothing Seems Quite Impossible To The Powers Of The Man She Worships.

Fortune Is A Prize To Be Won. Adventure Is The Road To It. Chance Is What May Lurk In The Shadows At The Roadside.