The ideal man bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace making the best of circumstances.
Wisdom I know is social. She seeks her fellows. But Beauty is jealous and illy bears the presence of a rival.
The artist is the confidant of nature flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.