Histories In Blazonry And Poems In Stone.

Dishonor Is Like The Aaron's Beard In The Hedgerows; It Can Only Poison If It Be Plucked.

Fame! It Is The Flower Of A Day, That Dies When The Next Sun Rises.

Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood Of Art.

An Easy-going Husband Is The One Indispensable Comfort Of Life.

Music Is Not A Science Any More Than Poetry Is. It Is A Sublime Instinct, Like Genius Of All Kinds.