Character Is The Basis Of Happiness And

Many Possessions, If They Do Not Make A Man Better, Are At Least Expected To Make His Children Happier; And This Pathetic Hope Is Behind Many Exertions.

With An Artist No Sane Man Quarrels, Any More Than With The Colour Of A Child's Eyes.

The Dreamer Can Know No Truth, Not Even About His Dream, Except By Awaking Out Of It.

The Wonder Of An Artist's Performance Grows With The Range Of His Penetration, With The Instinctive Sympathy That Makes Him, In His Mortal Isolation, Considerate Of Other Men's Fate And A Great Diviner Of Their Secret, So That His Work Speaks To Them Kindly, With A Deeper Assurance Than They Could Have Spoken With To Themselves.

What Is False In The Science Of Facts May Be True In The Science Of Values.