Whatever Limits Us We Call Fate.

Time Is Indeed The Theater And Seat Of Illusions; Nothing Is So Ductile And Elastic. The Mind Stretches An Hour To A Century, And Dwarfs An Age To An Hour.

Nothing Great Ever Happened Without Enthusiasm.

As Picture Teaches The Colouring, So Sculpture The Anatomy Of Form.

To Aim To Convert A Man By Miracles Is A Profanation Of The Soul. A True Conversion, A True Christ, Is Now, As Always, To Be Madeby The Reception Of Beautiful Sentiments.

One Must Be An Inventor To Read Well.