Pleasure To Me Is Wonder—the Unexplored, The

Men Of Broader Intellect Know That There Is No Sharp Distinction Betwixt The Real And The Unreal

So Far As English Versification Is Concerned, Pope Was The World, And All The World Was Pope.

In Search Of Truth The Hopeful Zealot Goes,but All The Sadder Tums, The More He Knows!

In Short, The World Abounds With Simple Delusions Which We May Call "happiness", If We Be But Able To Entertain Them.

Good Art Means The Ability Of Any One Man To Pin Down In Some Permanent And Intelligible Medium A Sort Of Idea Of What He Sees In Nature That Nobody Else Sees. In Other Words, To Make The Other Fellow Grasp, Through Skilled Selective Care In Interpretative Reproduction Or Symbolism, Some Inkling Of What Only The Artist Himself Could Possibly See In The Actual Objective Scene Itself.