Death Is No More Than

We Could Never Learn To Be Brave And Patient, If There Were Only Joy In The World.

I Long To Accomplish A Great And Noble Task, But It Is My Chief Duty To Accomplish Small Tasks As If They Were Great And Noble.

I Sometimes Wonder If The Hand Is Not More Sensitive To The Beauties Of Sculpture Than The Eye. I Should Think The Wonderful Rhythmical Flow Of Lines And Curves Could Be More Subtly Felt Than Seen. Be This As It May, I Know That I Can Feel The Heart-throbs Of The Ancient Greeks In Their Marble Gods And Goddesses.

I Look Upon The Whole World As My Fatherland, And Every War Has To Me The Horror Of A Family Feud.

I Have Found Life So Beautiful.