I Feel The Same Truth How Often

The Torments Of Martyrdom Are Probably Most Keenly Felt By The Bystanders.

Think Me Not Unkind And Rude That I Walk Alone In Grove And Glen; I Go To The God Of The Wood To Fetch His Word To Men.

I Have Only One Doctrine, The Infinitude Of The Private Man.

She Shows Us Only Surfaces, But She Is Million-fathoms Deep.

Each Work Of Art Excludes The World, Concentrates Attention On Itself. For The Time It Is The Only Thing Worth Doing -to Do Just That; Be It A Sonnet, A Statue, A Landscape, An Outline Head Of Caesar, Or An Oration. Presently We Return To The Sight Of Another That Globes Itself Into A Whole As Did The First, For Example, A Beautiful Garden; And Nothing Seems Worth Doing In Life But Laying Out A Garden.