I have seen no men in life loving their profession so much as painters, except, perhaps, actors, who, when not engaged themselves, always go to the play.

Alas! we are the sport of destiny.

What a dignity it gives an old lady, that balance at the bankers! How tenderly we look at her faults if she is a relative; what a kind, good-natured old creature we find her!

The thorn in the cushion of the editorial chair.

Is beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so?

Let us be very gentle with our neighbors' failings, and forgive our friends their debts as we hope ourselves to be forgiven.

I will bring order from chaos and light from darkness.