The Idea Of Jehovah Was Born Here...

A Noble Craft, But Somehow A Most Melancholy! All Noble Things Are Touched With That.

Yet Habit - Strange Thing! What Cannot Habit Accomplish?

Nearly All Literature, In One Sense, Is Made Up Of Guide-books. Old Ones Tell Us The Ways Our Fathers Went, Through The Thoroughfares And Courts Of Old; But How Few Of Those Former Places Can Their Posterity Trace, Amid Avenues Of Modern Erections; To How Few Is The Old Guide-book Now A Clew! Every Age Makes Its Own Guide-books, And The Old Ones Are Used For Waste Paper.

Our Institutions Have A Potent Digestion, And May In Time Convert And Assimilate To Good All Elements Thrown In, However Originally Alien.

Art Is The Objectification Of Feeling.