Contempt Is Egotism In Ill- Humor.

Painting Is The Intermediate Somewhat Between A Thought And A Thing.

A Spring Of Love Gush'd From My Heart, And I Bless'd Them Unaware.

A Falsehood Is, In One Sense, A Dead Thing; But Too Often It Moves About, Galvanized By Self-will, And Pushes The Living Out Of Their Seats.

He Prayeth Best Who Loveth Best.

About, About, In Reel And Rout The Death Fires Danced At Night.