The Genius, Wit, And The Spirit Of

I Regret Not Starting To Paint Earlier...it Is One Of The Few Things I Do Regret.

The Men Of Experiment Are Like The Ant, They Only Collect And Use; The Reasoners Resemble Spiders, Who Make Cobwebs Out Of Their Own Substance. But The Bee Takes The Middle Course, It Gathers Its Material From The Flowers Of The Garden And Field, But Transforms And Digests It By A Power Of Its Own.

The Bee Enclosed And Through The Amber Shown Seems Buried In The Juice Which Was His Own.

Men On Their Side Must Force Themselves For A While To Lay Their Notions By And Begin To Familiarize Themselves With Facts.

The Momentous Thing In Human Life Is The Art Of Winning The Soul To Good Or Evil.