Art Is A Jealous Mistress.

The Objection To Conforming To Usages That Have Become Dead To You Is, That It Scatters Your Force.

As The Traveler Who Has Lost His Way, Throws His Reins On His Horse's Neck, And Trusts To The Instinct Of The Animal To Find His Road, So Must We Do With The Divine Animal Who Carries Us Through This World

A Weed Is A Plant We've Found No Use For Yet.

All High Beauty Has A Moral Element In It.

The Faith That Stands On Authority Is Not Faith.