The Line Of Beauty Is The Line

Pride Ruined The Angels.

It Does Not Hurt Weak Eyes To Look Into Beautiful Eyes Never So Long.

Perpetual Modernism Is The Measure Of Merit In Every Work Of Art.

It Is Sublime To Think And Say Of Another, I Need Never Meet, Or Speak, Or Write To Him: We Need Not Reinforce Ourselves, Or Send Tokens Of Remembrance; I Rely On Him As On Myself: If He Did Thus And Thus, I Know It Was Right.

As Every Man Is Hunted By His Own Daemon, Vexed By His Own Disease, This Checks All His Activity.