The language of the heart--the language which "comes from the heart" and "goes to the heart"--is always simple, always graceful, and always full of power, but no art of rhetoric can teach it. It is at once the easiest and most difficult language--difficult, since it needs a heart to speak it; easy, because its periods though rounded and full of harmony, are still unstudied.

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

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

Fortune, like a coy mistress, loves to yield her favors, though she makes us wrest them from her.

The great artist is a slave to his ideals.

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

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.