Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

I, Painting From Myself And To Myself, Know What I Do, Am Unmoved By Men's Blame Or Their Praise Either.

A Face To Lose Youth For, To Occupy Age With The Dream Of, Meet Death With.

One And All We Lend An Ear-nay, Science Takes Thereto- Encourages The Meanest Who Has Racked Nature Until He Gains From Her Some Fact, To State What Truth Is From His Point Of View, Mere Pin-point Though It Be: Since Many Such Conduce To Make A Whole, She Bids Our Friend Come Forward Unabashed And Haply Lend His Little Life-experience To Our Much Of Modern Knowledge.

Talent Should Minister To Genius.

The Devil, That Old Stager, Who Leads Downward, Perhaps, But Fiddles All The Way!