To Act Is Easy; To

He Loves Not Who Does Not See The Faults Of The Beloved As Virtues.

You Can’t, If You Can’t Feel It, If It Never Rises From The Soul, And Sways The Heart Of Every Single Hearer, With Deepest Power, In Simple Ways. You’ll Sit Forever, Gluing Things Together, Cooking Up A Stew From Other’s Scraps, Blowing On A Miserable Fire, Made From Your Heap Of Dying Ash. Let Apes And Children Praise Your Art, If Their Admiration’s To Your Taste, But You’ll Never Speak From Heart To Heart, Unless It Rises Up From Your Heart’s Space.

Lay Hold Of Life With Both Hands, Whenever Thou Mayest Seize It, It Is Interesting.

The Art Of Living Rightly Is Like All Arts; It Must Be Learned And Practiced With Incessant Care.

Nothing Is More Damaging To The Truth Than An Old Error.