Light Tomorrow With Today!

With Stammering Lips And Insufficient Sound I Strive And Struggle To Deliver Right The Music Of My Nature.

You May Write Twenty Lines One Day--or Even Three Like Euripides In Three Days--and A Hundred Lines In One More Day--and Yet On The Hundred, May Have Been Expended As Much Good Work, As On The Twenty And The Three.

I Begin To Think That None Are So Bold As The Timid, When They Are Fairly Roused.

Experience, Like A Pale Musician, Holds A Dulcimer Of Patience In His Hand.

Knowledge By Suffering Entereth, And Life Is Perfected By Death.