THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 



prayers, our emotions, our thoughts.— 

 'Amaryllis at the Fair.' 



YOU cannot draw a bird in flight. 

 Swallows are attempted often- 

 est, and done worst of all. 

 How can you draw life itself? What is 

 life? you cannot even define it. The 

 swallow's wing has the motion of life — 

 its tremble— its wonderful delicacy of 

 vibration— the instant change — the slip 

 of the air ;— no man will ever be able to 

 draw a flying swallow. — 'Amaryllis at 

 the Fair.' 



IF once the mind has been dipped in 

 Fleet Street, let the meads be 

 never so sweet, the mountain-top 

 never so exalted, still to Fleet Street the 

 mind will return, because there is that 

 other mind, without whose sympathy 

 even success is nothing — the mind of the 

 world. 



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