Not One Man, In The Million, Shall

Art Can Only Be Truly Art By Presenting An Adequate Outward Symbol Of Some Fact In The Interior Life.

This Is The Method Of Genius, To Ripen Fruit For The Crowd By Those Rays Of Whose Heat They Complain.

If Any Individual Live Too Much In Relations, So That He Becomes A Stranger To The Resources Of His Own Nature, He Falls, After A While, Into A Distraction, Or Imbecility, From Which He Can Only Be Cured By A Time Of Isolation, Which Gives The Renovating Fountains Time To Rise Up.

It Is Astonishing What Force, Purity, And Wisdom It Requires For A Human Being To Keep Clear Of Falsehoods.

The Life Of The Soul Is Incalculable.