We Fly To Beauty As An Asylum

Right Is More Beautiful Than Private Affection, And Is Compatible With Universal Wisdom.

Foolish Consistencies Are The Hobgoblins Of Small Minds!

The Art Of Sculpture Is Long Ago Perished To Any Real Effect... It Is The Game Of A Rude And Youthful People, And Not The Manly Labour Of A Wise And Spiritual Nation.

The World Is Full Of Judgment-days, And Into Every Assembly That A Man Enters, In Every Action He Attempts, He Is Gauged And Stamped.

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