The May of life blooms once and never again.
Art is difficult, transient is her reward.
Freedom can occur only through education.
The hat is the pride of man; for he who cannot keep his hat on before kings and emperors is no free man.
In the case of a creative mind, it seems to me, the intellect has withdrawn its watchers from the gates, and the ideas rush in pell-mell and only then does it review and inspect the multitudes.
We, we live! ours are the hours, and the living have their claims.