We Expect A Great Man To Be

To Be Gret Is To Be Misunderstood.

A Cheerful Intelligent Face Is The End Of Culture, And Success Enough. For It Indicates The Purpose Of Nature And Wisdom Attained.

The Poet Knows That He Speaks Adequately, Then, Only When He Speaks Somewhat Wildly.

By Virtue Of This Science The Poet Is The Namer, Or Language-maker, Naming Things Sometimes After Their Appearance, Sometimes After Their Essence, And Giving To Every One Its Own Name And Not Another's, Thereby Rejoicing The Intellect, Which Delights In Detachment Or Boundary.

The Brevity Of Human Life Gives A Melancholy To The Profession Of The Architect.