...for the question is of will, and not, as the insanity of logic has assumed of power. It is not that the Deity cannot modify his laws, but that we insult him in imagining a possible necessity for modification. In their origin these laws were fashioned to embrace all contingencies which could lie in the future. With God all is Now.

Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

I have great faith in fools,— self-confidence my friends will call it.

The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of Artist

Art is to look at not to criticize.

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Sensations are the great things, after all. Should you ever be drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations; they will be worth to you ten guineas a sheet.