Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall.

Tis Always Morning Somewhere.

The Strength Of Criticism Lies In The Weakness Of The Thing Criticized.

I Love The Season Well When Forest Glades Are Teeming With Bright Forms, Nor Dark And Many-folded Clouds Foretell The Coming Of Storms.

God Sifted A Whole Nation That He Might Send Choice Grain Over Into This Wilderness.

Sculpture Is More Than Painting. It Is Greater To Raise The Dead To Life Than To Create Phantoms That Seem To Live.