Pride Eradicates All Vices But Itself.

For It Is Not Metres, But A Metre-making Argument That Makes A Poem, - A Thought So Passionate And Alive That Like The Spirit Of A Plant Or An Animal It Has An Architecture Of Its Own, And Adorns Nature With A New Thing.

The Statue Is Then Beautiful When It Begins To Be Incomprehensible, When It Is Passing Out Of Criticism, And Can No Longer Be Defined By Compass And Measuring-wand, But Demands An Active Imagination To Go With It, And To Say What It Is In The Act Of Doing.

Good Bye, Proud World! I'm Going Home; Thou Art Not My Friend, And I'm Not Thine

Everything In Nature Goes By Law, And Not By Luck.

The Religion That Is Afraid Of Science Dishonors God And Commits Suicide.