O Let Me Be Awake, My God!

The Artist Must Imitate That Which Is Within The Thing, That Which Is Active Through Form And Figure, And Discourses To Us By Symbols.

Summer Has Set In With Its Usual Severity.

Be That Blind Bard Who On The Chian Strand, By Those Deep Sounds Possessed With Inward Light, Beheld The Iliad And The Odyssey Rise To The Swelling Of The Voiceful Sea.

If You Wish To Assured Of The Truth Of Christianity, Try It. Believe, And If Thy Belief Be Right, That Insight Which Gradually Transmutes Faith Into Knowledge Will Be The Reward Of Thy Belief.

A Sight To Dream Of, Not To Tell!