The Artist Always Has The

The Relations Of The Soul To The Divine Spirit Are So Pure, That It Is Profane To Seek To Interpose Helps.

The Mark Of A Man Of The World Is Absence Of Pretension.

It Is God In You That Responds To God Without, Or Affirms His Own Words Trembling On The Lips Of Another.

The Reality Is More Excellent Than The Report.

A Lady With Whom I Was Riding In The Forest Said To Me That The Woods Always Seemed To Her To Wait, As If The Genii Who Inhabit Them Suspend Their Deeds Until The Wayfarer Had Passed Onward; A Thought Which Poetry Has Celebrated In The Dance Of The Fairies, Which Breaks Off On The Approach Of Human Feet.