The Writing Of The Wise Are The

Little Men Build Up Great Ones, But The Snow Colossus Soon Melts; The Good Stand Under The Eye Of God, And Therefore Stand.

I Warmed Both Hands Before The Fire Of Life; It Sinks, And I Am Ready To Depart.

And Modesty, Who, When She Goes, Is Gone For Ever.

We Are Poor, Indeed, When We Have No Half-wishes Left Us. The Heart And The Imagination Close The Shutters The Instant They Are Gone.

All Schools Of Philosophy, And Almost All Authors, Are Rather To Be Frequented For Exercise Than For Weight.