Give Shape, Artist! Don't Talk! Your Poem

As All Nature's Thousands Changes But One Changeless God Proclaim; So In Art's Wide Kingdom Ranges One Sole Meaning Still The Same: This Is Truth, Eternal Reason, Which From Beauty Takes Its Dress, And Serene Through Time And Season Stands Aye In Loveliness.

He Who Does Not Expect A Million Readers Should Not Write A Line.

Yet He Who Grasps The Moment's Gift, He Is The Proper Man.

Whoever Aspiring, Struggles On, For Him There Is Salvation.

Wherever A Man May Happen To Turn, Whatever A Man May Undertake, He Will Always End Up By Returning To That Path Which Nature Has Marked Out For Him.