Pippa's Song The Year's At The Spring

One May Do Whatever One Likes. In Art, The Only Thing Is, To Make Sure That One Does Like It.

Death Was Past, Life Not Come: So He Waited.

I Have No Little Insight Into The Feelings Of Furniture, And Treat Books And Prints With A Reasonable Consideration. How Some People Use Their Pictures, For Instance, Is A Mystery To Me; Very Revolting All The Same--portraits Obliged To Face Each Other For Ever--prints Put Together In Portfolios.

But Facts Are Facts And Flinch Not.

'tis Only When They Spring To Heaven That Angels Reveal Themselves To You.