There Is No Sixth Commandment

Each Violet Peeps From Its Dwelling To Gaze At The Bright Stars Above.

With The Rose The Butterfly's Deep In Love, A Thousand Times Hovering Round; But Round Himself, All Tender Like Gold, The Sun's Sweet Ray Is Hovering Found.

There Is One Thing On Earth More Terrible Than English Music, And That Is English Painting.

Music Is A Strange Thing. I Would Almost Say It Is A Miracle.

Reason Exercises Merely The Function Of Preserving Order, Is, So To Say, The Police In The Region Of Art. In Life It Is Mostly A Cold Arithmetician Summing Up Our Follies.