Man Errs, Till He Has Ceased To

What Is Important In Life Is Life, And Not The Result Of Life.

And Those Whom Once My Song Had Cheered And Gladdened, If Still They Live, Rove Through The World Now Saddened.

What Then Is Your Duty? What The Day Demands.

The Artist Has A Twofold Relation To Nature; He Is At Once Her Master And Her Slave.

Mediocrity Has No Greater Consolation Than In The Thought That Genius Is Not Immortal.