A Man's A Man. But

The Greatest Benefit We Owe To The Artist, Whether Painter, Poet, Or Novelist, Is The Extension Of Our Sympathies.

Loquacity With Tongue Or Pen Is Its Own Reward -- Or, Punishment.

I Think I Am Quite Wicked With Roses. I Like To Gather Them, And Smell Them Till They Have No Scent Left.

The Only Failure One Should Fear, Is Not Hugging To The Purpose They See As Best.

Our Deeds Still Travel With Us From Afar, And What We Have Been Makes Us What We Are.