The Eye Is The Best Of Artists.

Nothing Is Great But The Inexhaustible Wealth Of Nature.

The True Artist Has The Planet For His Pedestal; The Adventurer, After Years Of Strife, Has Nothing Broader Than His Shoes.

There Is No Great And No Small To The Soul That Maketh All.

To The Men Of This World, To The Animal Strength And Spirits, To The Men Of Practical Power, Whilst Immersed In It, The Man Of Ideas Appears Out Of His Reason. They Alone Gave Reason.

Power Resides In The Moment Of Transition From A Past To A New State.