When The Whole World Turns

All Of One's Life Is Music, If One Touches The Notes Rightly, And In Time.

Fine Art Is That In Which The Hand, The Head, And The Heart Of Man Go Together.

If There Be Any One Principle More Widely Than Another Confessed By Every Utterance, Or More Sternly Than Another Imprinted On Every Atom Of The Visible Creation, That Principle Is Not Liberty, But Law.

I Am Far More Provoked At Being Thought Foolish By Foolish People, Than Pleased At Being Thought Sensible By Sensible People; And The Average Proportion Of The Numbers Of Each Is Not To My Advantage.

Nature Is Painting For Us, Day After Day, Pictures Of Infinite Beauty.