Happy Is The Hearing Man; Unhappy The

The Soul Knows Only The Soul; The Web Of Events Is The Flowing Robe In Which She Is Clothed.

I Knew A Witty Physician Who Found Theology In The Biliary Duct, And Used To Affirm That If There Was A Disease In The Liver, The Man Became A Calvinist, And If That Organ Was Sound, He Became A Unitarian.

We Must Not Inquire Too Curiously Into The Absolute Value Of Literature. Enough That It Amuses And Exercises Us. At Least It Leaves Us Where We Were. It Names Things, But Does Not Add Things.

New Arts Destroy The Old.

I Grieve That Grief Can Teach Me Nothing, Nor Carry Me One Step Into Real Nature.