Thou Art To Me A Delicious Torment.

The Eloquence Of One Stimulates All The Rest, Some Up To The Speaking-point, And All Others To A Degree That Makes Them Good Receivers And Conductors, And They Avenge Themselves For Their Enforced Silence By Increased Loquacity On Their Return.

All Ages Of Belief Have Been Great; All Of Unbelief Have Been Mean.

Give Me Wine To Wash Me Clean Of The Weather-stains Of Cares

A Painter Told Me That Nobody Could Draw A Tree Without In Some Sort Becoming A Tree; Or Draw A Child By Studying The Outlines Of Its Form Merely But By Watching For A Time His Motions And Plays, The Painter Enters Into His Nature And Can Then Draw Him At Every Attitude.

A Frenchman May Possibly Be Clean; An Englishman Is Conscientiously Clean.