Genius Is Its Own End.

The Passive Master Lent His Hand, To The Vast Soul Which O'er Him Planned.

Getting Old Is A Fascination Thing. The Older You Get, The Older You Want To Get.

All Writing Comes By The Grace Of God.

I Feel Some Unwillingness To Quit The Remembrance Of The Past. With All The Hope Of The New I Feel That We Are Leaving The Old.

Light Is The First Of Painters. There Is No Object So Foul That Intense Light Will Not Make It Beautiful.