Coal Is A Portable Climate.

Draw, If Thou Canst, The Mystic Line, Severing Rightly His From Thine, Which Is Human, Which Divine.

Nature Never Sends A Great Man Into The Planet, Without Confiding The Secret To Another Soul.

The Power Of A Man Increases Steadily By Continuing In One Direction.

An Artist Spends Himself Like The Crayon In His Hand, Till He Is All Gone.

Let Him Be Great, And Love Shall Follow Him.