More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul.

Without Unceasing Practice nothing can be done. Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost.

The Old and New Testaments are the Great Code of Art.

Art degraded, Imagination denied.

He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.

The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to the mart, Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.

If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they'd immediately go out.