Conceit may puff a man up, but never prop him up.

No good work whatever can be perfect, and the demand for perfection is always a sign of a misunderstanding of the ends of art.

The strength and power of a country depends absolutely on the quantity of good men and women in it.

There are no such things as Flowers there are only gladdened Leaves.

Come, ye cold winds, at January's call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth.

There is a working class - strong and happy - among both rich and poor: there is an idle class - weak, wicked, and miserable - among both rich and poor.

The noble grotesque involves the true appreciation of beauty.