The Universe Is A Thought Of God.

The World's History Is Constant, Like The Laws Of Nature, And Simple, Like The Souls Of Men. The Same Conditions Continually Produce The Same Results.

No Doubt The Artist Is The Child Of His Time; But Woe To Him If He Is Also Its Disciple, Or Even Its Favorite.

Only Those Who Have The Patience To Do Simple Things Perfectly Will Acquire The Skill To Do Difficult Things Easily.

Man, Living, Feeling Man, Is The Easy Sport Of The Over-mastering Present.

Vast, Colossal Destiny, Which Raises Man To Fame, Though It May Also Grind Him To Powder!