The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

I once asked a distinguished artist what place he gave to labor in art. "Labor," he in effect said, "is the beginning, the middle, and the end of art." Turning then to another--"And you," I inquired, "what do you consider as the great force in art?" "Love," he replied. In their two answers I found but one truth.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.

Tis but a short journey across the isthmus of Now.

A better principle than this, that "the majority shall rule," is this other, that justice shall rule. "Justice," says the code of Justinian, "is the constant and perpetual desire to render every man his due.

The cure for tender sensibilities is to make more of our objects and less of our selves.

It is seldom that we find out how great are our resources until we are thrown upon them.