All Is A Riddle, And The Key

You Must Hear The Birds Song Without Attempting To Render It Into Nouns And Verbs.

Prayer That Craves A Particular Commodity, Anything Less Than All Good, Is Vicious.

The Arts And Inventions Of Each Period Are Only Its Costume, And Do Not Invigorate Men.

The World Is A Divine Dream, From Which We May Presently Awake To The Glories And Certainties Of Day.

Nature Never Rhymes Her Children, Nor Makes Two Men Alike. When We See A Great Man, We Fancy A Resemblance To Some Historical Person, And Predict The Sequel Of His Character And Fortune, A Result Which He Is Sure To Disappoint. None Will Ever Solve The Problem Of His Character According To Our Prejudice, But Only In His High Unprecedented Way.