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.

It is with charity as with money--the more we stand in need of it, the less we have to give away.

We give our best affections to the beautiful, only our second best to the useful.

Discretion is the salt, and fancy the sugar of life; the one preserves, the other sweetens it.

Contentment is not happiness. An oyster may be contented. Happiness is compounded of richer elements.

Genius makes its observations in short-hand; talent writes them out at length.

Many children, many cares; no children, no felicity.