Imagination Decides Everything.

It Is Not Our Task To Secure The Triumph Of Truth, But Merely To Fight On Its Behalf.

If We Dreamed The Same Thing Every Night, It Would Affect Us Much As The Objects We See Every Day. And If A Common Workman Were Sure To Dream Every Night For Twelve Hours That He Was A King, I Believe He Would Be Almost As Happy As A King Who Should Dream Every Night For Twelve Hours On End That He Was A Common Workman.

Continuous Eloquence Is Tedious.

By Space The Universe Encompasses And Swallows Me Up Like An Atom; By Thought I Comprehend The World.

I Cannot Judge My Work While I Am Doing It. I Have To Do As Painters Do, Stand Back And View It From A Distance, But Not Too Great A Distance. How Great? Guess.