The Reward Of A Good

The Love You Liberate In Your Work Is The Love You Keep.

Literature Is The Noblest Of All The Arts. Music Dies On The Air, Or At Best Exists Only As A Memory; Oratory Ceases With The Effort; The Painter's Colors Fade And The Canvas Rots; The Marble Is Dragged From Its Pedestal And Is Broken Into Fragments.

To Know The Great Men Dead Is Compensation For Having To Live With The Mediocre.

If I Supply You With A Thought, You May Remember It And You May Not. But If I Can Make You Think A Thought For Yourself, I Have Indeed Added To Your Stature.

The More One Knows, The More One Simplifies.