Good Criticism Is Very Rare And Always

The Fatal Trait Of The Times Is The Divorce Between Religion And Morality.

A Poem Is Made Up Of Thoughts, Each Of Which Filled The Whole Sky Of The Poet In Its Turn.

He Who Would Be A Great Soul In The Future, Must Be A Great Soul Now.

There Is More Difference In The Quality Of Our Pleasures Than In The Amount.

Flowers... Are A Proud Assertion That A Ray Of Beauty Outvalues All The Utilities Of The World.