One Lives But Once In The World.

We Talk Too Much. We Should Talk Less And Draw More.

What Is Now The Foliage Moving? Air Is Still, And Hush'd The Breeze, Sultriness, This Fullness Loving, Through The Thicket, From The Trees. Now The Eye At Once Gleams Brightly, See! The Infant Band With Mirth Moves And Dances Nimbly, Lightly, As The Morning Gave It Birth, Flutt'ring Two And Two O'er Earth.

To Be Sure, We Have Inherited Abilities, But Our Development We Owe To Thousands Of Influences Coming From The World Around Us From Which We Appropriate What We Can And What Is Suitable To Us.

Thinking Is Easy, Acting Is Difficult, And To Put One's Thoughts Into Action Is The Most Difficult Thing In The World.

The Credit Of Advancing Science Has Always Been Due To Individuals And Never To The Age.