I Have Enjoyed The Happiness

What's Old Collapses, Times Change, And New Life Blossoms In The Ruins.

Each State Of The Human Mind Has Some Parable In The Physical Creation By Which It Is Shadowed Forth; Nor Is It Only Artists And Poets, But Even The Most Abstract Thinkers That Have Drawn From This Source. Lively Activity We Name Fire; Time Is A Stream That Rolls On, Sweeping All Before It; Eternity Is A Circle; A Mystery Is Hid In Midnight Gloom, And Truth Dwells In The Sun. Nay, I Begin To Believe That Even The Future Destiny Of The Human Race Is Prefigured In The Dark Oracular Utterances Of Bodily Creation.

Sorrow Is Brief But Joy Is Endless

Appearance Should Never Attain Reality, And If Nature Conquers, Then Must Art Retire.

If You Cannot Please Everyone With Your Deeds And Your Art, Please A Few. To Please Many Is Bad.