The Busy Bee Has No Time For

Where Others See But The Dawn Coming Over The Hill, I See The Soul Of God Shouting For Joy.

Silent As Despairing Love, And Strong As Jealousy.

Improvement Makes Strait Roads, But The Crooked Roads Without Improvement, Are Roads Of Genius.

Man Has Closed Himself Up, Till He Sees All Things Thro' Narrow Chinks Of His Cavern.

It Is The Greatest Of Crimes To Depress True Art And Science.