The Artist Who Is Not

Man Errs, Till He Has Ceased To Strive.

A Man's Manners Are A Mirror In Which He Shows His Portrait.

Truth Is Contrary To Our Nature, Not So Error, And This For A Very Simple Reason: Truth Demands That We Should Recognize Ourselves As Limited, Error Flatters Us That, In One Way Or Another, We Are Unlimited.

I Let Everyone Follow His Own Bent, That I May Be Free To Follow Mine.

There Are Only Two Lasting Bequests We Can Hope To Give Our Children. One Of These Is Roots, The Other, Wings.