A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy

For Axioms In Philosophy Are Not Axioms Until They Are Proved Upon Our Pulses.

So, When Dark Thoughts My Boding Spirit Shroud, Sweet Hope! Celestial Influence Round Me Shed Waving Thy Silver Pinions O'er My Head.

Young Playmates Of The Rose And Daffodil, Be Careful Ere Ye Enter In, To Fill Your Baskets High With Fennel Green, And Balm, And Golden Pines Savory Latter-mint, And Columbines.

All Writing Is A Form Of Prayer.

Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty