Imagination Is The Mightiest Despot.

Why Has No Religion This Command Before All Others: Thou Shalt Work?

With Hat In Hand, One Gets On In The World.

The Little Dissatisfaction Which Every Artist Feels At The Completion Of A Work Forms The Germ Of A New Work.

We Hear The Rain Fall, But Not The Snow. Bitter Grief Is Loud, Calm Grief Is Silent.

Solitude Has A Healing Consoler, Friend, Companion: It Is Work.