Art is Nature made by Man, To Man the interpreter of God.

Great sorrow makes sacred the sufferer.

Thought alone is eternal.

We may live without poetry, music and art; We may live without conscience, and live without heart; We may live without friends; we may live without books; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. . . . He may live without books,-what is knowledge but grieving? He may live without hope,-what is hope but deceiving? He may live without love,-what is passion but pining? But where is the man that can live without dining?

We are but as the instrument of Heaven.

Be it jewel or toy, not the prize gives the joy, but the striving to win the prize.

Only by knowledge of that which is not thyself, shall thyself be learned.