The promises of this world are, for the most part, vain phantoms; and >>
A man paints with his brains and not with his hands. >>
It is well with me only when I have a chisel in my hand. >>
The possibility of stepping into a higher plane is quite real for ever >>
Nothing is more repulsive than a furtively prurient spirituality; it i >>
But those rare souls whose spirit gets magically into the hearts of me >>
What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful that the garment with which it is clothed?