A Man Becomes What He Thinks About

Nature, Through All Her Kingdoms, Insures Herself.

Poetry Must Be As New As Foam And As Old As The Rock.

We Pass For What We Are.

Picture And Sculpture Are The Celebrations And Festivities Of Form.

I Have Sometimes Thought That, In Order To Be A Good Minister, It Was Necessary To Leave The Ministry. The Profession Is Antiquated. In An Altered Age, We Worship In The Dead Forms Of Our Forefathers.