The Blue And Bright-eyed Floweret Of The

Indignation At Literary Wrongs I Leave To Men Born Under Happier Stars. I Cannot Afford It.

Now Art, Used Collectively For Painting, Sculpture, Architecture And Music, Is The Mediatress Between, And Reconciler Of, Nature And Man. It Is, Therefore, The Power Of Humanizing Nature, Of Infusing The Thoughts And Passions Of Man Into Everything Which Is The Object Of His Contemplation.

And They Three Passed Over The White Sands, Between The Rocks, Silent As The Shadows.

Fear Gives Sudden Instincts Of Skill.

The Author Of Biographia Literaria Was Already A Ruined Man. Sometimes, However, To Be A "ruined Man" Is Itself A Vocation.