Nature And Books Belong To The Eyes

We Must Not Tamper With The Organic Motion Of The Soul.

No Sensible Person Ever Made An Apology.

None Shall Rule But The Humble,and None But Toil Shall Have.

Life Too Near Paralyses Art.

The Secret Of Poetry Is Never Explained,— Is Always New. We Have Not Got Farther Than Mere Wonder At The Delicacy Of The Touch, And The Eternity It Inherits. In Every House A Child That In Mere Play Utters Oracles, And Knows Not That They Are Such. 't Is As Easy As Breath. 't Is Like This Gravity, Which Holds The Universe Together, And None Knows What It Is.