Dreams And Beasts Are Two Keys By

Life Is Too Short To Waste . . . 'twill Soon Be Dark; Up! Mind Thine Own Aim, And God Speed The Mark!

A Man Builds A Fine House; And Now He Has A Master, And A Task For Life.

With Thought, With The Ideal, Is Immortal Hilarity, The Rose Of Joy. Round It All The Muses Sing.

There Is No Strong Performance Without A Little Fanaticism In The Performer.

Do Not Speak Of God Much. After A Very Little Conversation On The Highest Nature, Thought Deserts Us And We Run Into Formalism.