In America And Europe, The Nomadism Is

There Is No Prosperity, Trade, Art, City, Or Great Material Wealth Of Any Kind, But If You Trace It Home, You Will Find It Rooted In A Thought Of Some Individual Man.

The True Philosopher And The True Poet Are One, And A Beauty, Which Is Truth, And A Truth, Which Is Beauty, Is The Aim Of Both.

Good Bye, Proud World! I'm Going Home; Thou Art Not My Friend, And I'm Not Thine

Light Is The First Of Painters. There Is No Object So Foul That Intense Light Will Not Make It Beautiful.

The World Looks Like A Multiplication-table, Or A Mathematical Equation, Which, Turn It How You Will, Balances Itself.