Thought is the property of him who can entertain it, and of him who can adequately place it.

I find that the Americans have no passions, they have appetites.

There is no way to success in art but to take off your coat, grind paint, and work like a digger on the railroad, all day and every day.

We resent all criticism which denies us anything that lies in our line of advance.

What torments of grief you endured, from evils that never arrived

The element running through entire nature, which we popularly call Fate, is known to us as limitation. Whatever limits us, we callFate.

Vanity costs money, labor, horses, men, women, health and peace, and is still nothing at last,--a long way leading nowhere.