The Temple Of Art Is Built In

Every Man Who Strikes Blows For Power, For Influence, For Institutions, For The Right, Must Be Just As Good An Anvil As He Is A Hammer.

Everything Good In A Man Thrives Best When Properly Recognized.

I Account The Office Of Benefactor, Or Almoner, To Which God Appoints All Those Whom He Has Favored With Wealth, One Of The Most Honorable And Delightful In The World. He Never Institutes A Channel For The Passage Of His Bounties That Those Bounties Do Not Enrich And Beautify.

Work For Immortality If You Will: Then Wait For It.

My God! I Thank Thee For The Bath Of Sleep, That Wraps In Balm My Weary Heart And Brain, And Drowns Within Its Waters Still And Deep My Sorrow And My Pain. I Thank Thee For My Dreams, Which Loose The Bond That Binds My Spirit To Its Daily Load, And Give It Angel Wings, To Fly Beyond Its Slumber-bound Abode.