Art Lives On Constraint And Dies Of

True Art Is Made Noble And Religious By The Mind Producing It.

The More The Marble Wastes, The More The Statue Grows.

The Greater Danger For Most Of Us Lies Not In Setting Our Aim Too High And Falling Short; But In Setting Our Aim Too Low, And Achieving Our Mark.

The Promises Of This World Are, For The Most Part, Vain Phantoms; And To Confide In One's Self, And Become Something Of Worth And Value Is The Best And Safest Course.

With Few Words I Shall Make Thee Understand My Soul.