Art Is Long And Life Is Short,

A Certain Simplicity Of Thought Is Common To Serene Souls At Both Ends Of The Social Scale.

Watching A Coast As It Slips By The Ship Is Like Thinking About An Enigma. There It Is Before You, Smiling, Frowning, Inviting, Grand, Mean, Insipid, Or Savage, And Always Mute With An Air Of Whispering, "come And Find Out".

In Order To Move Others Deeply We Must Deliberately Allow Ourselves To Be Carried Away Beyond The Bounds Of Our Normal Sensibility.

Sleep After Toyle, Port After Stormie Seas, Ease After Warre, Death After Life, Does Greatly Please.

I Can't Imagine A Human Being So Hard Up For Something To Do As To Quarrel With Me.