The weather still continues charming.

Know thyself' was written over the portal of the antique world. Over the portal of the new world, 'Be thyself' shall be written.

My sweet rose, my delicate flower, my lily of lilies, it is perhaps in prison that I am going to test the power of love. I am going to see if I cannot make the bitter warders sweet by the intensity of the love I bear you. I have had moments when I thought it would be wise to separate. Ah! Moments of weakness and madness! Now I see that would have mutilated my life, ruined my art, broken the musical chords which make a perfect soul. Even covered with mud I shall praise you, from the deepest abysses I shall cry to you. In my solitude you will be with me.

The heart was made to be broken.

If it is not nailed to the floor, it's mine. If I can pry it loose, it is not nailed down.

When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy.

There is no country in the world where machinery is so lovely as in America. It was not until I had seen the water-works at Chicago that I realised the wonders of machinery; the rise and fall of the steel rods, the symmetrical motion of the great wheels is the most beautiful rhythmic thing I have ever seen.