God Help Us -- For Art Is

Mathematicians Are Like Frenchmen: Whatever You Say To Them They Translate Into Their Own Language And Forthwith It Is Something Entirely Different.

The Formation Of One's Character Ought To Be Everyone's Chief Aim.

Give Shape, Artist! Don't Talk! Your Poem Be But A Breath.

A Good Person, Striving Dimly, Is Well Aware Of The Right Path.

We Are Our Own Devils; We Drive Ourselves Out Of Our Edens.