In Art, The Best Is Good Enough.

What Men Usually Say Of Misfortunes, That They Never Come Alone, May With Equal Truth Be Said Of Good Fortune; Nay, Of Other Circumstances Which Gather Round Us In A Harmonious Way, Whether It Arise From A Kind Of Fatality, Or That Man Has The Power Of Attracting To Himself Things That Are Mutually Related.

The Little Man Is Still A Man.

One's Roused By This, Another Finds That Fit: Each Loves The Play For What He Brings To It.

For A Strolling Damsel A Doubtful Reputation Bears.

The Shudder Of Awe Is Humanity's Highest Faculty, Even Though This World Is Forever Altering Its Values.