Art is the nearest thing to life; it is a mode of amplifying experience and extending our contact with our fellow men beyond the bounds of our personal lot.
In poor Rosamond's mind there was not room enough for luxuries to look small in.
So to live is heaven; to make undying music in the world.
No man can be wise on an empty stomach.
For pain must enter into its glorified life of memory before it can turn into compassion.
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.