We Have Woven A Web, You And

The Roaring Of The Wind Is My Wife And The Stars Through The Window Pane Are My Children.

Works Of Genius Are The First Things In The World.

I Am Sailing With Thee Through The Dizzy Sky! How Beautiful Thou Art!

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever: Its Loveliness Increases; It Will Never Pass Into Nothingness.

The Public - A Thing I Cannot Help Looking Upon As An Enemy, And Which I Cannot Address Without Feelings Of Hostility.