With Hat In Hand, One Gets On

The Little Dissatisfaction Which Every Artist Feels At The Completion Of A Work Forms The Germ Of A New Work.

No Mortal Eye Has Ever Fully Seen A Flash Of Lightning ... For No Matter How Firmly We Look, Our Eyes Are Sure To Be Dazzled.

When The Foot Of The' Mountain Is Enveloped In Mist, The Mountain Appears To Us Much Loftier Than It Is; So Also When The Ground And Basis Of A Disaster Is Not Clear To Us.

Solitude Has A Healing Consoler, Friend, Companion: It Is Work.

Gratitude Is A Soil On Which Joy Thrives.