Modern Poets Mix Too Much Water With

Without Haste! Without Rest! Bind The Motto To Thy Breast! Bear It With Thee As A Spell; Storm Or Sunshine , Guard It Well.

The World Is For Thousands A Freak Show; The Images Flicker Past And Vanish; The Impressions Remain Flat And Unconnected In The Soul. Thus They Are Easily Led By The Opinions Of Others, Are Content To Let Their Impressions Be Shuffled And Rearranged And Evaluated Differently.

The World Is So Full Of Simpletons And Madmen, That One Need Not Seek Them In A Madhouse.

Excellence Is Rarely Found, More Rarely Valued.

Giving Is The Business Of The Rich.