This Is The Method Of Genius, To

If You Have Knowledge, Let Others Light Their Candles In It.

Artists Are Always Young.

I Know Of No Inquiry Which The Impulses Of Man Suggests That Is Forbidden To The Resolution Of Man To Pursue.

Not One Man, In The Million, Shall I Say? No, Not In The Hundred Million, Can Rise Above The Belief That Woman Was Made For Man.

Who Does Not Observe The Immediate Glow And Security That Is Diffused Over The Life Of Woman, Before Restless Or Fretful, By Engaging In Gardening, Building, Or The Lowest Department Of Art? Here Is Something That Is Not Routine--something That Draws Forth Life Towards The Infinite.