Good Manners Are Made Up Of Petty

Picture And Sculpture Are The Celebrations And Festivities Of Form.

Every Man Is An Infinitely Repelling Orb, And Holds His Individual Being On That Condition.

The House ...she Lays Her Beams In Music, In Music Everyone, To The Cadence Of The Whirling World Which Dances Around The Sun- That So They Shall Not Be Displaced By Lapses Or By Wars, But For The Love Of Happy Souls Outlive The Newest Stars.

Beware When The Great God Lets Loose A Thinker On This Planet. Then All Things Are At Risk. It Is As When A Conflagration Has Broken Out In A Great City, And No Man Knows What Is Safe, Or Where It Will End.

What Goes On Around You... Compares Little With What Goes On Inside You.