The Lamp Of Genius Burns Quicker Than

Man, One May Say, Was Never In Such A Completely Animal Condition; But He Has, On The Other Hand, Never Escaped From It.

Arrow-swift The Present Sweepeth, And Motionless Forever Stands The Past.

Dear Is My Friend--yet From My Foe, As From My Friend, Comes Good: My Friend Shows What I Can Do, And My Foe What I Should.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature.

It Hinders The Creative Work Of The Mind If The Intellect Examines Too Closely The Ideas As They Pour In.