Art Is The Child Of

Our Pleasures And Our Discontents, Are Rounds By Which We May Ascend.

To Be Infatuated With The Power Of One's Own Intellect Is An Accident Which Seldom Happens But To Those Who Are Remarkable For The Want Of Intellectual Power. Whenever Nature Leaves A Hole In A Person's Mind, She Generally Plasters It Over With A Thick Coat Of Self-conceit.

Difficulty On The Way To Victory Is Opportunity For God To Work

Love Is Sunshine, Hate Is Shadow, Life Is Checkered Shade And Sunshine.

Sail On Ship Of State, Sail On, I Union, Strong And Great! Humanity With All Its Fears, With All Its Hopes Of Future Years, Is Hanging On Thy Fate!