To Admire On Principle Is The Only

Ah Why Refuse The Blameless Bliss? Can Danger Lurk Within A Kiss?

There Are Errors Which No Wise Man Will Treat With Rudeness While There Is A Probability That They May Be The Refraction Of Some Great Truth Still Below The Horizon.

The Poet Is The Man Made To Solve The Riddle Of The Universe Who Brings The Whole Soul Of Man Into Activity.

We Ought Not To Extract Pernicious Honey From Poison Blossoms Of Misrepresentation And Mendacious Half-truth, To Pamper The Course Appetite Of Bigotry And Self-love.

The Form Is Mechanic When On Any Given Material We Impress A Predetermined Form. The Organic Form, On The Other Hand, Is Innate, It Shapes As It Develops Itself From Within.