He That Cannot Paint Must

Many Men And Women Spend Their Lives In Unsuccessful Attempts To Spin The Flax God Sends Them Upon A Wheel They Can Never Use.

What Is The Little One Thinking About? Very Wonderful Things, No Doubt; Unwritten History! Unfathomed Mystery! Yet He Laughs And Cries, And Eats And Drinks, And Chuckles And Crows, And Nods And Winks, As If His Head Were As Full Of Kinks And Curious Riddles As Any Sphinx!

Responsibility Walks Hand In Hand With Capacity And Power.

Music Was A Thing Of The Soul — A Rose-lipped Shell That Murmured Of The Eternal Sea — A Strange Bird Singing The Songs Of Another Shore.

Fashion Is Not Public Opinion, Or The Result Of Embodiment Of Public Opinion. It May Be That Public Opinion Will Condemn The Shape Of A Bonnet, As It May Venture To Do Always, And With The Certainty Of Being Right Nine Times In Ten: But Fashion Will Place It Upon The Head Of Every Woman In America; And, Were It Literally A Crown Of Thorns, She Would Smile Contentedly Beneath The Imposition.