All Artists Are Self-sacrificing Human Beings, And

What Is Lost In The Good Or Excellent Translation Is Precisely The Best.

Beauty Is That Which Is Simultaneously Attractive And Sublime.

In England, Wit Is At Least A Profession, If Not An Art. Everything Becomes Professional There, And Even The Rogues Of That Islandare Pedants. So Are The "wits" There Too. They Introduce Into Reality Absolute Freedom Whose Reflection Lends A Romantic And Piquant Air To Wit, And Thus They Live Wittily; Hence Their Talent For Madness. They Die For Their Principles.

I Can No Longer Say My Love And Your Love; They Are Both Alike In Their Perfect Mutuality.

Reason Is Mechanical, Wit Chemical, And Genius Organic Spirit.