With Little Wit And Ease To Suit

Tomorrow Sees Undone, What Happens Not To-day; Still Forward Press, Nor Never Tire! The Possible, With Steadfast Trust, Resolve Should Be By The Forelock Grasp. Then She Will Ne'er Let Go Her Clasp, And Labors On, Because She Must.

By Nature We Have No Defect That Could Not Become A Strength, No Strength That Could Not Become A Defect.

Nothing Is More Fearful Than Imagination Without Taste.

Art Is In Itself Noble; That Is Why The Artist Has No Fear Of What Is Common. This, Indeed, Is Already Ennobled When He Takes It Up.

The World Is Full Of Contradiction.