One Ought, Everyday, To Hear A Song,

The Highest Problem Of Any Art Is To Cause By Appearance The Illusion Of A Higher Reality.

There Is Nothing Worth Thinking But It Has Been Thought Before; We Must Only Try To Think It Again.

Certain Flaws Are Necessary For The Whole. It Would Seem Strange If Old Friends Lacked Certain Quirks.

I Examine My Own Being, And Find There A World, But A World Rather Of Imagination And Dim Desires, Than Of Distinctness And Living Power. Then Everything Swims Before My Senses, And I Smile And Dream While Pursuing My Way Through The World.

We See Only What We Know.