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The Most Beautiful Sight This Earth Affords Is A Man Or Woman So Filled With Love That Duty Is Only A Name, And Its Performance The Natural Outflow And Expression Of The Love Which Has Become The Central Principle Of Their Life.

Preceptive Wisdom That Has Not Been Vivified By Life Has In Itself No Affinity For Life.

Gossip Is Always A Personal Confession Either Of Malice Or Imbecility.

The Temple Of Art Is Built Of Words. Painting And Sculpture And Music Are But The Blazon Of Its Windows, Borrowing All Their Significance From The Light, And Suggestive Only Of The Temple's Uses.

He That Cannot Paint Must Grind The Colors.