Pan Is Dead! Great Pan Is Dead!

The Beautiful Seems Right By Force Of Beauty And The Feeble Wrong Because Of Weakness.

Quick-loving Hearts ... May Quickly Loathe.

Art Is Much, But Love Is More.

I Begin To Think That None Are So Bold As The Timid, When They Are Fairly Roused.

O Brave Poets, Keep Back Nothing; Nor Mix Falsehood With The Whole! Look Up Godward! Speak The Truth In Worthy Song From Earnest Soul! Hold, In High Poetic Duty, Truest Truth The Fairest Beauty.