When My Friends Lack An Eye, I

Our Ideals, Like Pictures, Are Made From Lights And Shadows.

Eyes Raised Toward Heaven Are Always Beautiful, Whatever They Be.

Everything That Is Exact Is Short.

The Essence Of Life Consists In Thinking, And Being Conscious Of One's Soul.

Professional Critics Are Incapable Of Distinguishing And Appreciating Either Diamonds In The Rough Or Gold In Bars. They Are Traders, And In Literature Know Only The Coins That Are Current. Their Critical Lab Has Scales And Weights, But Neither Crucible Or Touchstone.