Art Is Long, And Time Is Fleeting.

O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast Thou Given, What Taken Away?

Nothing That Is Can Pause Or Stay.

An Angel Visited The Green Earth, And Took A Flower Away.

You Would Attain To The Divine Perfection.

A Spirit Of Criticism, If Indulged In, Leads To A Censoriousness Of Disposition That Is Destructive Of All Nobler Feeling. The Man Who Lives To Find Faults Has A Miserable Mission.