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.

There is a German proverb which says that Take-it-Easy and Live-Long are brothers.

There are some weaknesses that are peculiar and distinctive to generous characters, as freckles are to a fair skin.

Neither love nor ambition, as it has often been shown, can brook a division of its empire in the heart.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

The legitimate aim of criticism is to direct attention to the excellent. The bad will dig its own grave, and the imperfect may safely be left to that final neglect from which no amount of present undeserved popularity can rescue it.

Words of praise, indeed, are almost as necessary to warm a child into a genial life as acts of kindness and affection. Judicious praise is to children what the sun is to flowers.