No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.

No, no! I do nature injustice. She gave us inventive faculty, and set us naked, and helpless on the shore of this great ocean,--the world; swim those who can, the heavy may go to the bottom.

I am better than my reputation

O God, how lovely still is life!

Courage, ne'er by sorrow broken! Aid where tears of virtue flow; Faith to keep each promise spoken! Truth alike to friend and foe!

Secrecy is for the happy,--misery, hopeless misery, needs no veil; under a thousand suns it dares act openly.

If you cannot please everyone with your deeds and your art, please a few. To please many is bad.