Foster The Beautiful, And Every

The Dictates Of The Heart Are The Voice Of Fate.

A Noble Soul Spreads Even Over A Face In Which The Architectonic Beauty Is Wanting An Irresistible Grace, And A Often Even Triumphs Over The Natural Disfavor.

In The Case Of A Creative Mind, It Seems To Me, The Intellect Has Withdrawn Its Watchers From The Gates, And The Ideas Rush In Pell-mell And Only Then Does It Review And Inspect The Multitudes.

To Save All We Must Risk All.

A Brave Man Hazards Life, But Not His Conscience.