The Wrecks Of Slavery Are Fast Growing

N Artistic Atmosphere Does Not Create Artists A Literary Atmosphere Does Not Create Literators; Poets And Painters Spring Up Where There Was Never A Verse Made Or A Picture Seen. This Suggests That God Is No More Idle Now Than He Was At The Beginning, But That He Is Still And Forever Shaping The Human Chaos Into The Instruments And Means Of Beauty.

Each One Of Us Must Suffer Long To Himself Before He Can Learn That He Is But One In A Great Community Of Wretchedness Which Has Been Pitilessly Repeating Itself From The Foundation Of The World.

A Man Never Sees All That His Mother Has Been To Him Until It's Too Late To Let Her Know That He Sees It.

Why Art Thou But A Nest Of Gloom While The Bobolinks Are Singing?

By Beauty Of Course I Mean Truth, For The One Involves The Other; It Is Only The False In Art Which Is Ugly, And It Is Only The Ugly That Is Universal.