To Believe In Luck, If It Were

The Poet, The Painter, The Sculptor, The Musican, The Architect, Seek Each To Concentrate This Radiance Of The World On One Point, And Each In His Several Work To Satisfy The Love Of Beauty Which Stimulates Him To Produce.

Bad Times Have A Scientific Value. These Are Occasions A Good Learner Would Not Miss.

When I Go Into The Garden With A Spade And Dig A Bed I Feel Such An Exhilaration And Health That I Discover That I Have Been Defrauding Myself All This Time In Letting Others Do For Me What I Should Have Done With My Own Hands.

There Are Always Difficulties Arising That Tempt You To Believe Your Critics Are Right.

We Change Whether We Like It Or Not.