Every One Who Marries Goes It Blind,

The Gothic Is Singular In This; One Seems Easily At Home In The Renaissance; One Is Not Too Strange In The Byzantine; As For The Roman, It Is Ourselves; And We Could Walk Blindfolded Through Every Chink And Cranny Of The Greek Mind; All These Styles Seem Modern When We Come Close To Them; But The Gothic Gets Away.

All Experience Is An Arch, To Build Upon.

An Artist's Business Is Only To See.

I Would Rather Starve And Rot And Keep The Privilege Of Speaking The Truth As I See It, Than Of Holding All The Offices That Capital Has To Give From The Presidency Down.

I Am Fairly Tired--bored Beyond Endurance--by The World We Live In, And Its Ideals, And Am Ready To Say So, Not Violently, But Kindly, As One Rubs Salt Into The Back Of A Flogged Sailor As Though One Loved Him.