Night Is The Other Half

Many Hammer All Over The Wall And Believe That With Each Blow They Hit The Nail On The Head.

God Help Us -- For Art Is Long, And Life So Short.

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

Taste Is Only To Be Educated By Contemplation, Not Of The Tolerably Good But Of The Truly Excellent.

Is It Life, I Ask, Is It Even Prudence, To Bore Thyself And Bore The Students?