He That Writes To Himself

In Like Manner The Effect Of Every Action Is Measured By The Depth Of The Sentiment From Which It Proceeds. The Great Man Knew Not That He Was Great. It Took A Century Or Two For That Fact To Appear. What He Did, He Did, He Did Because He Must; It Was The Most Natural Thing In The World, And Grew Out Of The Circumstances Of The Moment.

We Must Not Inquire Too Curiously Into The Absolute Value Of Literature. Enough That It Amuses And Exercises Us. At Least It Leaves Us Where We Were. It Names Things, But Does Not Add Things.

In Art, The Hand Can Never Execute Anything Higher Than The Heart Can Imagine.

The Eye Is The Best Of Artists.

If You Love And Serve Man, You Cannot, By Any Hiding Or Stratagem, Escape Remuneration.