Art is the right hand of Nature.

Rigor pushed too far is sure to miss its aim, however good, as the bow snaps that is bent too stiffly.

Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn't roar?

Joy, in Nature's wide dominion, Mightiest cause of all is found; And 'tis joy that moves the pinion When the wheel of time goes round.

The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies.

You saw his weakness, and he will never forgive you.

We are citizens of an age, as well as of a State; and if it is held to be unseemly, or even inadmissible, for a man to cut himself off from the customs and manners of the circle in which he lives, why should it be less of a duty, in the choice of his activity, to submit his decision to the needs and the taste of his century?