Where Confidence Is Wanting, The Most Beautiful

Were Not The Eye Made To Receive The Rays Of The Sun, It Could Not Behold The Sun; If The Peculiar Power Of God Lay Not In Us, How Could The Godlike Charm Us?

I Examine My Own Being, And Find There A World, But A World Rather Of Imagination And Dim Desires, Than Of Distinctness And Living Power. Then Everything Swims Before My Senses, And I Smile And Dream While Pursuing My Way Through The World.

Every Form Correctly Seen Is Beautiful

The Connoisseur Of Art Must Be Able To Appreciate What Is Simply Beautiful, But The Common Run Of People Is Satisfied With Ornament.

There Is No Permanence In Doubt; It Incites The Mind To Closer Inquiry And Experiment, From Which, If Rightly Managed, Certainty Proceeds, And In This Alone Can Man Find Thorough Satisfaction.