I Like Sayers Of No Better Than

Money Often Costs Too Much.

In Good Writing, Words Become One With Things.

Wild Liberty Breeds Iron Conscience; Natures With Great Impulses Have Great Resources, And Return From Far.

The Picture Waits For My Verdict; It Is Not To Command Me, But I Am To Settle Its Claim To Praise.

For What Avail The Plough Or Sail, Or Land Or Life, If Freedom Fail?