In Art, To Express The

Passions Are Defects Or Virtues In The Highest Power.

Lay Hold Of Life With Both Hands, Whenever Thou Mayest Seize It, It Is Interesting.

Over The Trackless Past, Somewhere, Lie The Lost Days Of Our Tropic Youth, Only Regained By Faith And Prayer, Only Recalled By Prayer And Plaint, Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!

It Is Working Within Limits That The Craftsman Reveals Himself.

True Love Is Love That Stays Constant For Ever, Whatever It's Fortune; Whether Requited Or Scored, Filled Or Sent Empty Away.