False Fancy Brings Real Misery.

Time Flies On Restless Pinions - Constant Never.

Chains Of Iron Or Of Silk-both Are Chains.

I Am My Own Heaven And Hell!

But How Is The Artist To Protect Himself Against The Corruption Of The Age Which Besets Him On All Sides?

We Are Citizens Of An Age, As Well As Of A State; And If It Is Held To Be Unseemly, Or Even Inadmissible, For A Man To Cut Himself Off From The Customs And Manners Of The Circle In Which He Lives, Why Should It Be Less Of A Duty, In The Choice Of His Activity, To Submit His Decision To The Needs And The Taste Of His Century?