Only This Shimmeriness Is The Real Living.

Beauty Is A Mystery. You Can Neither Eat It Nor Make Flannel Out Of It.

Never Trust The Artist. Trust The Tale. The Proper Function Of The Critic Is To Save The Tale From The Artist Who Created It.

It's Terrible, Once You've Got A Man Into Your Blood!" She Said.

But The Effort, The Effort! And As The Marrow Is Eaten Out Of A Man's Bones And The Soul Out Of His Belly, Contending With The Strange Rapacity Of Savage Life, The Lower Stage Of Creation, He Cannot Make The Effort Any More.

The #‎ Cosmos Is A Vast Living Body, Of Which We Are Still Parts.