When The Gods Were More Manlike, Men

Cling To Thy Native Land, For It Is The Land Of Thy Fathers?

On Dreary Night Let Lusty Sunshine Fall.

I Speak With The Eternal Through The Instrument Of Nature, Through The World's History: I Read The Soul Of The Artist In His Apollo.

Man Only Plays When In The Full Meaning Of The Word He Is A Man, And He Is Only Completely A Man When He Plays.

Truth Exists For The Wise, Beauty For The Feeling Heart.