Just As Much As We See In

There Is Nothing More To Be Esteemed Than A Manly Firmness And Decision Of Character.

The Humblest Painter Is A True Scholar; And The Best Of Scholars The Scholar Of Nature.

Many A Man Would Have Turned Rogue If He Knew How.

Every Man, In Judging Of Himself, Is His Own Contemporary. He May Feel The Gale Of Popularity, But He Cannot Tell How Long It Will Last. His Opinion Of Himself Wants Distance, Wants Time, Wants Numbers, To Set It Off And Confirm It.

The Confined Air Of A Metropolis Is Hurtful To The Minds And Bodies Of Those Who Have Never Lived Out Of It. It Is Impure, Stagnant--without Breathing-space To Allow A Larger View Of Ourselves Or Others--and Gives Birth To A Puny, Sickly, Unwholesome, And Degenerate Race Of Beings.