Ever building, building to the clouds, still building higher, and never reflecting that the poor narrow basis cannot sustain the giddy tottering column.
Honor women! they entwine and weave heavenly roses in our earthly life.
Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes.
Many a crown shines spotless now that yet was deeply sullied in the winning.
He that is over-cautious will accomplish but very little.
But how is the artist to protect himself against the corruption of the age which besets him on all sides?