English Plays, Atrocious In Content, Absurd In

Never Let A Day Pass Without Looking At Some Perfect Work Of Art, Hearing Some Great Piece Of Music And Reading, In Part, Some Great Book.

One Is Never Satisfied With The Portrait Of A Person That One Knows.

True Works Of Art Contain Their Own Theory And Give Us The Measurement According To Which We Should Judge Them.

We Are Pantheists As Natural Scientists, Polytheists As Poets, And Monotheists As Moral Beings.

A Teacher Who Can Arouse A Feeling For One Single Good Action, For One Single Good Poem, Accomplishes More Than He Who Fills Our Memory With Rows And Rows Of Natural Objects, Classified With Name And Form.