How Awful To Reflect That What People

The Truth Is That The Phenomena Of Artistic Production Are Still So Obscure, So Baffling, We Are Still So Far From An Accurate Scientific And Psychological Knowledge Of Their Genesis Or Meaning, That We Are Forced To Accept Them As Empirical Facts; And Empirical And Non-explanatory Names Are The Names That Suit Them Best.

How Often My Soul Visits The National Gallery, And How Seldom

To Become Young Again Would Seem To Me An Appalling Prospect. Youth Is A Kind Of Delirium, Which Can Be Cured, If It Is Ever Cured At All, By Years Of Painful Treatment.

All Reformers, However Strict Their Social Conscience, Live In Houses Just As Big As They Can Pay For.

The Lusts And Greeds Of The Body Scandalize The Soul; But It Has To Come To Heel.