To The Receptive Soul The River Of

The Greatest Benefit We Owe To The Artist, Whether Painter, Poet, Or Novelist, Is The Extension Of Our Sympathies.

The Right Word Is Always A Power, And Communicates Its Definiteness To Our Action.

Our Words Have Wings, But Fly Not Where We Would.

That Is The Bitterest Of All,--to Wear The Yoke Of Our Own Wrong-doing.

The Pride Of The Body Is A Barrier Against The Gifts That Purify The Soul.