From The Sprinkled Isles, Lily On Lily,

Man Seeks His Own Good At The Whole World's Cost.

Best Be Yourself, Imperial, Plain, And True.

I, Painting From Myself And To Myself, Know What I Do, Am Unmoved By Men's Blame Or Their Praise Either.

Heart, Fear Nothing, For, Heart, Thou Shalt Find Her- Next Time, Herself!-not The Trouble Behind Her

The Devil, That Old Stager, Who Leads Downward, Perhaps, But Fiddles All The Way!