Knowledge Is The Only Elegance.

It Is Not The Irregular Hours Or Irregular Diet That Makes The Romantic Life.

Meek Young Men Grow Up In Libraries.

Wherever Snow Falls, Or Water Flows, Or Birds Fly, Wherever Day And Night Meet In Twilight, Wherever The Blue Heaven Is Hung By Clouds, Or Sown With Stars, Wherever Are Forms With Transparent Boundaries, Wherever Are Outlets Into Celestial Space, Wherever Is Danger, And Awe, And Love, There Is Beauty, Plenteous As Rain, Shed For Thee, And Though Thou Shouldest Walk The World Over, Thou Shalt Not Be Able To Find A Condition Inopportune Or Ignoble.

Picture And Sculpture Are The Celebrations And Festivities Of Form.

We Thirst For Approbation, Yet Cannot Forgive The Approver.