Remorse Weeps Tears Of Blood.

The Beautiful Arises From The Perceived Harmony Of An Object, Whether Sight Or Sound, With The Inborn And Constitutive Rules Of The Judgment And Imagination: And It Is Always Intuitive.

To Know, To Esteem, To Love,-and Then To Part, Makes Up Life's Tale To Many A Feeling Heart.

If You Are Not A Thinking Man, To What Purpose Are You A Man At All?.

The Primary Imagination I Hold To Be The Living Power And Prime Agent Of All Human Perception, And As A Repetition In The Finite Mind Of The Eternal Act Of Creation In The Infinite I Am.

In Shakespeare One Sentence Begets The Next Naturally; The Meaning Is All Inwoven. He Goes On Kindling Like A Meteor Through The Dark Atmosphere.