I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.
I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.
Wisdom worth sharing, words worth remembering.
I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.
Small natures require despotism to exercise their sinews as great souls thirst for equality to give play to their heart.
Equality may perhaps be a right but no power on earth can ever turn it into a fact.
Death unites as well as separates it silences all paltry feeling.
Towns find it as hard as houses of business to rise again from ruin.
A grocer is attracted to his business by a magnetic force as great as the repulsion which renders it odious to artists.
The life of a man who deliberately runs through his fortune often becomes a business speculation his friends his pleasures patrons and acquaintances are his capital.
At fifteen beauty and talent do not exist there can only be promise of the coming woman.
All humanity is passion without passion religion history novels art would be ineffectual.
What is art? Nature concentrated.
The art of motherhood involves much silent unobtrusive self-denial an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.
Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion history romance and art would be useless.