He Looks The Whole World In The

Art Is The Child Of Nature; Yes, Her Darling Child, In Whom We Trace The Features Of The Mother's Face, Her Aspect And Her Attitude, All Her Majestic Loveliness Chastened And Softened And Subdued Into A More Attractive Grace, And With A Human Sense Imbued. He Is The Greatest Artist, Then, Whether Of Pencil Or Of Pen, Who Follows Nature.

Let Him Not Boast Who Puts His Armor On As He Who Puts It Off, The Battle Done.

I See, But Cannot Reach, The Height That Lies Forever In The Light.

Ambition's Cradle Oftenest Is Its Grave

Authors Must Not, Like Chinese Soldiers, Expect To Win Victories By Turning Somersets In The Air.