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.

Good men have the fewest fears. He has but one great fear who fears to do wrong; he has a thousand who has overcome it.

The method of the enterprising is to plan with audacity and execute with vigor.

Books are embalmed minds.

Common sense, alas in spite of our educational institutions, is a rare commodity.

Mortal beauty stings while it delights.

Examples are few of men ruined by giving.