In Our Fine Arts, Not Imitation, But

Tis Curious That We Only Believe As Deeply As We Live.

We Early Arrive At The Great Discovery That There Is One Mind Common To All Individual Men: That What Is Individual Is Less Than What Is Universalthat Error, Vice And Disease Have Their Seat In The Superficial Or Individual Nature.

A Man's Style Is His Mind's Voice. Wooden Minds, Wooden Voices.

We Pray To Be Conventional. But The Wary Heaven Takes Care You Shall Not Be, If There Is Anything Good In You. Dante Was Very Badcompany, And Was Never Invited To Dinner.

The Truth, The Hope Of Any Time, Must Always Be Sought In Minorities.