Nature Is Saturated With Deity.

Painting Was Called Silent Poetry And Poetry Speaking Painting.

For Every Grain Of Wit There Is A Grain Of Folly.

When I Bought My Farm, I Did Not Know What A Bargain I Had In The Bluebirds, Daffodils And Thrushes; As Little Did I Know What Sublime Mornings And Sunsets I Was Buying.

The Spirit Of Our American Radicalism Is Destructive And Aimless; It Is Not Loving; It Has No Ulterior And Divine Ends; But Is Destructive Only Out Of Hatred And Selfishness.

A Scholar Does Not Wish To Be Always Pumping His Brains; He Wants Gossips.