The Beautiful Arises From The Perceived Harmony

Water, Water, Everywhere, And All The Boards Did Shrink; Water, Water, Everywhere, Nor Any Drop To Drink.

Oh Sleep! It Is A Gentle Thing, Beloved From Pole To Pole.

Not The Poem Which We Have Read , But That To Which We Return , With The Greatest Pleasure, Possesses The Genuine Power, And Claims The Name Of Essential Poetry .

Never Yet Did There Exist A Full Faith In The Divine Word (by Whom Light As Well As Immortality Was Brought Into The World) Which Did Not Expand The Intellect, While It Purified The Heart--which Did Not Multiply The Aims And Objects Of The Understanding, While It Fixed And Simplified Those Of The Desires And Passions.

Great Old Books Of The Great Old Authors Are Not In Everybody's Reach; And Though It Is Better To Know Them Thoroughly Than To Know Them Only Here And There, Yet It Is A Good Work To Give A Little To Those Who Have Neither Time Nor Means To Get His Own Belief.