Give Me The Benefit Of Your Convictions,

The Artist Who Is Not Also A Craftsman Is No Good; But, Alas, Most Of Our Artists Are Nothing Else.

Nature! We Are Enveloped And Embraced By Her, Incapable Of Emerging From Her And Incapable Of Entering Her More Deeply. Unbidden And Unwarned, She Receives Us Into The Circuits Of Her Dance, Drifting Onward With Us Herself, Until We Grow Tired And Drop From Her Arms.

If Children Grew Up According To Early Indications, We Should Have Nothing But Geniuses.

Thought Expands, But Paralyzes; Action Animates, But Narrows.

The Dear Good People Don't Know How Long It Takes To Learn To Read. I've Been At It Eighty Years, And Can't Say Yet That I've Reached The Goal.