Ah, Yes, The Sea Is Still And

Each Day Is A Branch Of The Tree Of Life Laden Heavily With Fruit. If We Lie Down Lazily Beneath It, We May Starve; But If We Shake The Branches, Some Of The Fruit Will Fall For Us.

Simplicity In Character, In Manners, In Style; In All Things The Supreme Excellence Is Simplicity.

Art Is The Child Of Nature In Whom We Trace The Features Of The Mothers Face.

The Course Of My Long Life Hath Reached At Last In Fragile Bark Over A Tempestuous Sea The Common Harbor, Where Must Rendered Be Account For All The Actions Of The Past.

Tell Me Not, In Mournful Numbers, Life Is But An Empty Dream!