And These Are Joys, Like Beauty, But

The Worst Way To Improve The World Is To Condemn It.

Simplicity Is Natures First Step, And The Last Of Art.

Blest Is He Whose Heart Is The Home Of The Great Dead And Their Great Thoughts.

The Sun, Centre And Sire Of Light, The Keystone Of The World-built Arch Of Heaven.

Ask Not Of Me, Love, What Is Love? Ask What Is Good Of God Above; Ask Of The Great Sun What Is Light; Ask What Is Darkness Of The Night; Ask Sin Of What May Be Forgiven; Ask What Is Happiness Of Heaven; Ask What Is Folly Of The Crowd; Ask What Is Fashion Of The Shroud; Ask What Is Sweetness Of Thy Kiss; Ask Of Thyself What Beauty Is.