The Pest Of Society Is Egotists.

Nature Is An Endless Combination And Repetition Of A Very Few Laws. She Hums The Old Well-known Air Through Innumerable Variations.

It Is Time To Be Old To Take In Sail.

Painting Was Called Silent Poetry And Poetry Speaking Painting.

There Is Really No Insurmountable Barrier Save Your Own Inherent Weakness Of Purpose.

The Art Of Conversation, Or The Qualification For A Good Companion, Is A Certain Self-control, Which Now Holds The Subject, Now Lets It Go, With A Respect For The Emergencies Of The Moment.