The Only Reward Of Virtue Is Virtue.

The Etymologist Finds The Deadest Word To Have Been Once A Brilliant Picture. Language Is Fossil Poetry. As The Limestone Of The Continent Consists Of Infinite Masses Of The Shells Of Animalcules, So Language Is Made Up Of Images Or Tropes, Which Now, In Their Secondary Use, Have Long Ceased To Remind Us Of Their Poetic Origin.

Do Not Follow Where The Path May Lead.

The Arts And Inventions Of Each Period Are Only Its Costume, And Do Not Invigorate Men.

Now Every One Must Do After His Kind, Be He Asp Or Angel, And These Must.

In The Greek Cities, It Was Reckoned Profane, That Any Person Should Pretend A Property In A Work Of Art, Which Belonged To All Who Could Behold It.