A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy

Thou Foster-child Of Silence And Slow Time.

A Man Should Have The Fine Point Of His Soul Taken Off To Become Fit For This World.

Four Seasons Fill The Measure Of The Year; There Are Four Seasons In The Minds Of Men.

No One Can Usurp The Heights... But Those To Whom The Miseries Of The World Are Misery, And Will Not Let Them Rest.

The Days Of Peace And Slumberous Calm Are Fled.