The Line Of Beauty Is The Line

The Religions Of The World Are The Ejaculations Of A Few Imaginative Men.

Youth Is Everywhere In Place.

Flowers So Strictly Belong To Youth, That We Adult Men Soon Come To Feel, That Their Beautiful Generations Concern Not Us: We Havehad Our Day; Now Let The Children Have Theirs. The Flowers Jilt Us, And We Are Old Bachelors With Our Ridiculous Tenderness.

What Is Originality? It Is Being One's Self, And Reporting Accurately What We See And Are.

I Grieve That Grief Can Teach Me Nothing, Nor Carry Me One Step Into Real Nature.