The Evil One Has Left, The Evil

In Art, To Express The Infinite One Should Suggest Infinitely More Than Is Expressed.

Mystery Is Truth's Dancing Partner.

What Is Now The Foliage Moving? Air Is Still, And Hush'd The Breeze, Sultriness, This Fullness Loving, Through The Thicket, From The Trees. Now The Eye At Once Gleams Brightly, See! The Infant Band With Mirth Moves And Dances Nimbly, Lightly, As The Morning Gave It Birth, Flutt'ring Two And Two O'er Earth.

The Miller Imagines That The Corn Grows Only To Make His Mill Turn.

I Laugh At My Heart, And Do Its Will