A Man's Memory May Almost Become The

Nothing Is Really So Poor And Melancholy As Art That Is Interested In Itself And Not In Its Subject.

The Universe, So Far As We Can Observe It, Is A Wonderful And Immense Engine; Its Extent, Its Order, Its Beauty, Its Cruelty, Makes It Alike Impressive.

Religion Is The Natural Reaction Of The Imagination When Confronted By The Difficulties In A Truculent World.

There Is A Kind Of Courtesy In Skepticism. It Would Be An Offense Against Polite Conventions To Press Our Doubts Too Far.

An Artist Is A Dreamer Consenting To Dream Of The Actual World.