If You Cannot Be Free Be As

It Seems As If The Day Was Not Wholly Profane In Which We Have Given Heed To Some Natural Object.

The Glance Is Natural Magic. The Mysterious Communication Established Across A House Between Two Entire Strangers, Moves All The Springs Of Wonder.

And, In Fine, The Ancient Precept, "know Thyself," And The Modern Precept, "study Nature," Become At Last One Maxim.

We Swim, Day By Day, On A River Of Delusions, And Are Effectually Amused With Houses And Towns In The Air, Of Which The Men Aboutus Are Dupes. But Life Is A Sincerity.

Nature Cannot Be Surprised In Undress. Beauty Breaks In Everywhere.