Good Taste" Is A Virtue Of The

When Faith Burns Itself Out, 'tis God Who Dies And Thenceforth Proves Unavailing.

Good Taste" Is A Virtue Of The Keepers Of Museums. If You Scorn Bad Taste, You Will Have Neither Painting Nor Dancing, Neither Palaces Nor Gardens.

Loneliness Is Bred Of A Mind That Has Grown Earth-bound.

The Magic Of The Craft Has Opened For Me A World In Which I Shall Confront, Within Two Hours, The Black Dragons And The Crowned Crests Of A Coma Of Blue Lightnings, And When Night Has Fallen I, Delivered, Shall Read My Course In The Starts.

Man Is, Above All, He Who Creates.