Shared Joys Make A Friend, Not Shared

Art Is Not Merely An Imitation Of The Reality Of Nature, But In Truth A Metaphysical Supplement To The Reality Of Nature, Placed Alongside Thereof For Its Conquest.

Life, And You, And I, And All Of Us Together Became For A While Interesing To Ourselves Once More.

Good Prose Is Written Only Face To Face With Poetry.

Doing Ill To Those On Whom We Have To Make Our Power Felt; For Pain Is A Far More Sensitive Means For That Purpose Than Pleasure: Pain Always Asks Concerning The Cause, While Pleasure Is Inclined To Keep Within Itself And Not Look Backward.

The Living Is Merely A Type Of What Is Dead, And A Very Rare Type.