The Rapture Of Pursuing Is The Prize

Dead He Is Not, But Departed, For The Artist Never Dies.

To Say The Least, A Town Life Makes One More Tolerant And Liberal In One's Judgment Of Others.

The Picture That Approaches Sculpture Nearest Is The Best Picture.

Silently, One By One, In The Infinite Meadows Of Heaven, Blossomed The Lovely Stars, The Forget-me-nots Of The Angels.

Bell, Thou Soundest Merrily, When The Bridal Party To The Church Doth Hie! Bell, Thou Soundest Solemnly, When, On Sabbath Morning, Fields Deserted Lie!