All That Can Be Done For You

Good And Bad Are But Names Very Readily Transferable To That Or This.

We Seek Our Friend Not Sacredly, But With An Adulterate Passion Which Would Appropriate Him To Ourselves.

One More Royal Trait Properly Belongs To The Poet. I Mean His Cheerfulness, Without Which No Man Can Be A Poet,--for Beauty Is His Aim. He Loves Virtue, Not For Its Obligation, But For Its Grace; He Delights In The World, In Man, In Woman, For The Lovely Light That Sparkles From Them. Beauty, The Spirit Of Joy And Hilarity, He Sheds Over The Universe.

Condense Some Daily Experience Into A Glowing Symbol And An Audience Is Electrified.

Things Have Their Laws As Well As Men, And Things Refuse To Be Trifled With.