Have little care that Life is brief, And less that Art is long. Success is in the silences Though Fame is in the song.
Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host in the sunshine, an army in June, The people God sends us to set our heart free.
It is not being out at heels that makes a man discontented, it is being out at heart. To be contented is to be good friends with yourself.
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood- Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
Set me a task in which I can put something of my very self, and it is a task no longer; it is joy; it is art.