It Is With Charity As With Money--the

We Trifle When We Assign Limits To Our Desires, Since Nature Hath Set None.

Panic Is A Sudden Desertion Of Us, And A Going Over To The Enemy Of Our Imagination.

In Art There Are Two Principal Schools Between Which Each Aspirant Has To Choose--one Distinguished By Its Close Adherence To Nature, And The Other By Its Strenuous Efforts To Get Above It.

Beauty Can Afford To Laugh At Distinctions: It Is Itself The Greatest Distinction.

To Cultivate A Garden Is. . . To Go Hand In Hand With Nature In Some Of Her Most Beautiful Processes, To Learn Something Of Her Choicest Secrets, And To Have A More Intelligent Interest Awakened In The Beautiful Order Of Her Works Elsewhere.