Many Have Genius, But, Wanting Art, Are

Age Is Opportunity No Less Than Youth Itself.

For The Structure That We Raise, Time Is With Materials Filled; Our To-days And Yesterdays Are The Blocks With Which We Build.

From Dust Thou Art To Dust Returneth, Was Not Spoken Of The Soul.

Nature Is A Revelation Of God; Art A Revelation Of Man.

To Be Seventy Years Old Is Like Climbing The Alps. You Reach A Snow-crowned Summit, And See Behind You The Deep Valley Stretching Miles And Miles Away, And Before You Other Summits Higher And Whiter, Which You May Have Strength To Climb, Or May Not. Then You Sit Down And Meditate And Wonder Which It Will Be.