Too Much Gravity Argues A Shallow Mind.

He Who, Silent, Loves To Be With Us - He Who Loves Us In Our Silence - Has Touched One Of The Keys That Ravish Hearts.

He Who Seeks To Imbitter Innocent Pleasure Has A Cancer In His Heart.

The Enemy Of Art Is The Enemy Of Nature; Art Is Nothing But The Highest Sagacity And Exertion Of Human Nature; And What Nature Will He Honour Who Honours Not The Human?

Dress Is An Index Of Your Contents.

Where There Is Much Pretension, Much Has Been Borrowed; Nature Never Pretends.