Man, Living, Feeling Man, Is

In The Case Of A Creative Mind, It Seems To Me, The Intellect Has Withdrawn Its Watchers From The Gates, And The Ideas Rush In Pell-mell And Only Then Does It Review And Inspect The Multitudes.

There Is No Solitude In Nature.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature.

A Childlike Mind In Its Simplicity Practises That Science Of Good To Which The Wise May Be Blind.

It Is Criminal To Steal A Purse, Daring To Steal A Fortune, A Mark Of Greatness To Steal A Crown. The Blame Diminishes As The Guilt Increases.