A Great Scholar Is Seldom A Great

What Is Now The Foliage Moving? Air Is Still, And Hush'd The Breeze, Sultriness, This Fullness Loving, Through The Thicket, From The Trees. Now The Eye At Once Gleams Brightly, See! The Infant Band With Mirth Moves And Dances Nimbly, Lightly, As The Morning Gave It Birth, Flutt'ring Two And Two O'er Earth.

Art Is Constitutive-the Artist Determines Beauty. He Does Not Take It Over.

God Made Man Simple, But How He Changed And Got Complicated Is Hard To Say.

I Wish The Crowd To Feel Itself Well Treated, Especially Since It Lives And Lets Me Live.

Enjoy When You Can, And Endure When You Must.