Elizabeth Clendenning Ring, Florence Earle Coates (1917)
“ Coates takes her place among the lofty thinkers who believe life's kingliest adventure is man's search for the ideal. In the dark places of the human soul she patiently seeks the smouldering flame of deathless youth, immortal beauty, fadeless perfection, gleaming out of the dusk, like the single tallow candle that darts from the gloom of the interiors, in the genre canvases of the old Dutch Masters: "Something I may not win attracts me ever, Something elusive yet supremely fair. ”
