Everything Intercepts Us From Ourselves.

A Man's Action Is Only A Poicture Book Of His Creed.

A Weed Is A Plant We've Found No Use For Yet.

Tis The Privilege Of Art Thus To Play Its Cheerful Part, Man On Earth To Acclimate And Bend The Exile To His Fate.

What Is Originality? It Is Being One's Self, And Reporting Accurately What We See And Are.

Pictures Must Not Be Too Picturesque.