Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever dumb. The two must go together to form the great poet, painter, or sculptor.

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of future years, is hanging on thy fate!

As Unto the bow the the cord is , So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him , yet she follows: Useless each without the other.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.