As a man thinketh, so is he, and as a man chooseth, so is he.
The simplest words,--we do not know what they mean except when we love and aspire.
We do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count.
Life has no memory. That which proceeds in succession might be remembered, but that which is coexistent, or ejaculated from a deeper cause, as yet far from being conscious, knows not its own tendency.
Knowledge exists to be imparted.
Painting was called silent poetry and poetry speaking painting.