Artists Are Always Young.

Let Every Woman, Who Has Once Begun To Think, Examine Herself

There Are Noble Books But One Wants The Breath Of Life Sometimes. And I See No Divine Person. I Myself Am More Divine Than Any I See I Think That Is Enough To Say About Them.

The Critic Is Beneath The Maker, But Is His Needed Friend. The Critic Is Not A Base Caviler, But The Younger Brother Of Genius. Next To Invention Is The Power Of Interpreting Invention; Next To Beauty The Power Of Appreciating Beauty. And Of Making Others Appreciate It.

The Persons Whom You Have Idolized Can Never, In The End, Be Ungrateful, And, Probably, At The Time Of Retreat They Still Do Justice To Your Heart. But, So Long As You Must Draw Persons Too Near You, A Temporary Recoil Is Sure To Follow. It Is The Character Striving To Defend Itself From A Heating And Suffocating Action Upon It.

All Great Expression, Which On A Superficial Survey Seems So Easy As Well As So Simple, Furnishes After A While, To The Faithful Observer, Its Own Standard By Which To Appreciate It.