Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a Life-purpose... Get your happiness out of your work or you will never know what real happiness is... Even in the meanest sorts of Labour, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work!

The cut of a garment speaks of intellect and talent and the color of temperament and heart.

The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.

Burke said there were Three Estates in Parliament; but, in the Reporter's gallery yonder, there sat a fourth estate more important far than they all.

Who is it that loves me and will love me forever with an affection which no chance, no misery, no crime of mine can do away? It is you, my mother.

He who has no vision of eternity has no hold on time.

Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of thorns.