Collectors Are Happy People.

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

To Like Things Like, Whatever One May Ail; There Is Certain Help.

The Summit Charms Us, The Steps To It Do Not; With The Heights Before Our Eyes, We Like To Linger In The Plain. It Is Only A Part Of Art That Can Be Taught; But The Artist Needs The Whole. He Who Is Only Half Instructed Speaks Much And Is Always Wrong; Who Knows It Wholly Is Content With Acting And Speaks Seldom Or Late.

All Of Us Have Life; Few Of Us Have An Idea Of It.

When Young, One Is Confident To Be Able To Build Palaces For Mankind, But When The Time Comes One Has One's Hands Full Just To Be Able To Remove Their Trash.