People fashion their God after their own understanding. They make their God first and worship him afterwards.

Those whom the gods love grow young.

An acquaintance that begins with a compliment is sure to develop into a real friendship.

We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful.

Only mediocrities progress. An artist revolves in a cycle of masterpieces, the first of which is no less perfect than the last.

If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart.

I have the kiss of Walt Whitman still on my lips