Know Thyself, For Through Thyself Only Thou

The Higher A Man Stands, The More The Word Vulgar Becomes Unintelligible To Him.

Every Hue Throughout Your Work Is Altered By Every Touch You Add In Other Places.

Fine Art Is That In Which The Hand, The Head, And The Heart Of Man Go Together.

To Be Taught To Read—what Is The Use Of That, If You Know Not Whether What You Read Is False Or True? To Be Taught To Write Or To Speak—but What Is The Use Of Speaking, If You Have Nothing To Say? To Be Taught To Think—nay, What Is The Use Of Being Able To Think, If You Have Nothing To Think Of? But To Be Taught To See Is To Gain Word And Thought At Once, And Both True.

Childhood Often Holds A Truth With Its Feeble Finger, Which The Grasp Of Manhood Cannot Retain,--which It Is The Pride Of Utmost Age To Recover.