Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.

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

I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.

The history of the past is a mere puppet-show. A little man comes out and blows a little trumpet, and goes in again. You look for something new, and lo! another little man comes out, and blows another little trumpet, and goes in again. And it is all over.

Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.

However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.