The Air Is Crowded With Birds --

I Am Suspicious Without A Motive, And Jealous Without Love; Although I Feel I Ought To Love Since I Desire To Be Loved.

No Man Ever Made A Great Discovery Without The Exercise Of The Imagination.

A Man May Be Buoyed Up By The Efflation Of His Wild Desires To Brave Any Imaginable Peril; But He Cannot Calmly See One He Loves Braving The Same Peril; Simply Because He Cannot Feel Within Turn That Which Prompts Another. He Sees The Danger, And Feels Not The Power That Is To Overcome It.

As All Art Depends On Vision, So The Different Kinds Of Art Depend On The Different Ways In Which Minds Look At Things.

The Selective Instinct Of The Artist Tells Him When His Language Should Be Homely, And When It Should Be More Elevated; And It Is Precisely In The Imperceptible Blending Of The Plain With The Ornate That A Great Writer Is Distinguished. He Uses The Simplest Phrases Without Triviality, And The Grandest Without A Suggestion Of Grandiloquence.