I Fell In Love With Melancholy

The True Genius Shudders At Incompleteness.

Were I Called On To Define, Very Briefly, The Term Art, I Should Call It 'the Reproduction Of What The Senses Perceive In Nature Through The Veil Of The Soul.' The Mere Imitation, However Accurate, Of What Is In Nature, Entitles No Man To The Sacred Name Of 'artist.'

The Plots Of God Are Perfect. The Universe Is A Plot Of God.

The Result Of Law Inviolate Is Perfection–right–negative Happiness. The Result Of Law Violate Is Imperfection, Wrong, Positive Pain.

Imperceptibly The Love Of These Discords Grew Upon Me As My Love Of Music Grew Stronger.