Genius Is An Infinite Capacity For Taking

Woe To Him, . . . Who Has No Court Of Appeal Against The World's Judgment.

The Fine Arts Once Divorcing Themselves From Truth Are Quite Certain To Fall Mad, If They Do Not Die.

The Eternal Stars Shine Out Again, So Soon As It Is Dark Enough.

Imperfection Clings To A Person, And If They Wait Till They Are Brushed Off Entirely, They Would Spin For Ever On Their Axis, Advancing Nowhere.

I Grow Daily To Honor Facts More And More, And Theory Less And Less.