The light in the world comes principally from two sources,-the sun, and the student's lamp.

Adhesion to one idea is monomania; to few, slavery.

Mortal beauty stings while it delights.

Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.

The great artist is a slave to his ideals.

Example has more followers than reason. We unconsciously imitate what pleases us, and approximate to the characters we most admire.

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.