Knowledge Is The Knowing That We Cannot

In America And Europe, The Nomadism Is Of Trade And Curiosity.

Every Man Is A Divinity In Disguise, A God Playing The Fool.

Virtue Runs Before The Muse, And Defies Her Skill; She Is Rapt And Doth Refuse To Wait A Painter's Will.

There Is Guidance For Each Of Us, And By Lowly Listening We Shall Hear The Right Word.

Each Work Of Art Excludes The World, Concentrates Attention On Itself. For The Time It Is The Only Thing Worth Doing -to Do Just That; Be It A Sonnet, A Statue, A Landscape, An Outline Head Of Caesar, Or An Oration. Presently We Return To The Sight Of Another That Globes Itself Into A Whole As Did The First, For Example, A Beautiful Garden; And Nothing Seems Worth Doing In Life But Laying Out A Garden.