Sympathy Is Two Hearts Tugging At One

Science Is Busy With The Hither-end Of Things, Not The Thither-end.

Every Thought Was Once A Poem.

There Is Always The Possibility Of Beauty Where There Is An Unsealed Human Eye; Of Music Where There Is An Unstopped Human Ear; And Of Inspiration Where There Is A Receptive Human Spirit.

Purposelessness Is The Fruitful Mother Of Crime.

Any Supreme Insight Is A Metaphor.