We See Only What We Know.

To Be Pleased With One's Limits Is A Wretched State.

What Matters In Art Is Not Thinking But Making.

My Inheritance How Lordly Wide And Fair; Time Is My Fair Seed-field, To Time I'm Heir.

The World Only Goes Forward Because Of Those Who Oppose It.

So Then The Year Is Repeating Its Old Story Again. We Are Come Once More, Thank God! To Its Most Charming Chapter. The Violets And The Mayflowers Are As Its Inscriptions Or Vignettes. It Always Makes A Pleasant Impression On Us, When We Open Again At These Pages Of The Book Of Life.