Life Is A Stream On

Everything Mortal Has Moments Immortal

If What We Worship Fail Us, Still The Fire Burns On, And It Is Much To Have Believed.

Hate Is Ravening Vulture Beaks Descending On A Place Of Skulls.

How Hard, How Desperately Hard, Is The Way Of The Experimenter In Art!

I Should Like To Bring A Case To Trial: Prosperity Versus Beauty, Cash Registers Teetering In A Balance Against The Comfort Of The Soul.