Living Without An Aim, Is Like Sailing

All Great And Beautiful Work Has Come Of First Gazing Without Shrinking Into The Darkness.

Butforme, Thealps And Their Peoplewerealikebeautiful In Their Snow, And Their Humanity; And I Wanted, Neither For Them Nor Myself, Sight Of Any Thrones In Heaven But The Rocks, Or Of Any Spirits In Heaven But The Clouds.

Nature Is Always Mysterious And Secret In Her Use Of Means; And Art Is Always Likest Her When It Is Most Inexplicable.

Genius Is Only A Superior Power Of Seeing.

All Of One's Life Is Music, If One Touches The Notes Rightly, And In Time.