To Know Where A Thing Is We

Love Has The Tendency Of Pressing Together All The Lights - All The Rays Emitted From The Beloved Object By The Burning-glass Of Fantasy, - Into One Focus, And Making Of Them One Radiant Sun Without Any Spots.

One Is Never Satisfied With The Portrait Of A Person That One Knows.

What I Possess I Would Gladly Retain. Change Amuses The Mind, Yet Scarcely Profits.

Colors Are Light's Suffering And Joy

Devote Each Day To The Object Then In Time And Every Evening Will Find Something Done.