The Remedy Is Worse Than The Disease.

A Man Finds Himself Seven Years Older The Day After His Marriage.

Believe Not Much Them That Seem To Despise Riches, For They Despise Them That Despair Of Them.

There Is No Passion In The Mind Of Man So Weak, But It Mates And Masters The Fear Of Death . . . Revenge Triumphs Over Death; Love Slights It; Honor Aspireth To It; Grief Flieth To It.

We Are Much Beholden To Machiavel And Others, That Write What Men Do, And Not What They Ought To Do.

I Feel Ever So Strongly That An Artist Must Be Nourished By His Passions And His Despairs. These Things Alter An Artist Whether For The Good Or The Better Or The Worse. It Must Alter Him. The Feelings Of Desperation And Unhappiness Are More Useful To An Artist Than The Feeling Of Contentment, Because Desperation And Unhappiness Stretch Your Whole Sensibility.