Art is the child of Nature.

There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.

Resolve and thou art free.

Every man must patiently bide his time. He must wait -- not in listless idleness but in constant, steady, cheerful endeavors, always willing and fulfilling and accomplishing his task, that when the occasion comes he may be equal to the occasion.

People of a lively imagination are generally curious, and always so when a little in love.