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

Alas! must it ever be so? Do we stand in our own light, wherever we go, And fight our own shadows forever?

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

The world is a nettle; disturb it, it stings. Grasp it firmly, it stings not.

Thought alone is eternal.

A fresh mind keeps the body fresh. Take in the ideas of the day, drain off those of yesterday. As to the morrow, time enough to consider it when it becomes today.

Heaven's slow but sure redress of human ills.