There Is No Well-doing, No Godlike Doing,

It Is The Life In Literature That Acts Upon Life.

Character Lives In A Man, Reputation Outside Of Him.

He That Cannot Paint Must Grind The Colors.

Idleness Is The Sepulchre Of A Living Man.

There Is Nothing More Precious To A Man Than His Will; There Is Nothing Which He Relinquishes With So Much Reluctance.