Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.

Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.

I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where.

Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.

Nature is a revelation of God; Art a revelation of man.