Beauty Brings Its Own Fancy Price, For

The Virtues Of Society Are Vices Of The Saint. The Terror Of Reform Is The Discovery That We Must Cast Away Our Virtues, Or What We Have Always Esteemed Such, Into The Same Pit That Has Consumed Our Grosser Vices.

Every Novel Is A Debtor To Homer.

Every Evil To Which We Do Not Succumb Is A Benefactor.

An Individual Is An Encloser. Time And Space, Liberty And Necessity, Truth And Thought, Are Left At Large No Longer.

A Gothic Cathedral Affirms That It Was Done By Us And Not Done By Us.