Henry Colbert, The Miller, Always

What Was Any Art But A Mould In Which To Imprison For A Moment The Shining Elusive Element Which Is Life Itself - Life Hurrying Past Us And Running Away, Too Strong To Stop, Too Sweet To Lose.

How Terrible It Was To Love People When You Could Not Really Share Their Lives!

That Is Happiness; To Be Dissolved Into Something Complete And Great.

Success Is Never So Interesting As Struggle

Pity Is Sworn Servant Unto Love: And This Be Sure, Wherever It Begin To Make The Way, It Lets Your Master In.