Once More I Am A Wanderer, A

Art Is Long, Life Is Short; Judgement Difficult, Opportunity Transient.

The Best Genius Is That Which Absorbs And Assimilates Everything Without Doing The Least Violence To Its Fundamental Destiny.

The Fine Emotions Whence Our Lives We Mold Lie In The Earthly Tumult Dumb And Cold.

If Any Man Wish To Write In A Clear Style, Let Him Be First Clear In His Thoughts; And If Any Would Write In A Noble Style, Let Him First Possess A Noble Soul.

If The Whole World I Once Could See On Free Soil Stand, With The People Free Then To The Moment Might I Say, Linger Awhile. . .so Fair Thou Art.