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Everywhere The Fatal Spirit Of Imitation, Of Reference To European Standards, Penetrates And Threatens To Blight Whatever Of Original Growth Might Adorn The Soil.

Harmony Exists No Less In Difference Than In Likeness, If Only The Same Key-note Govern Both Parts.

Who Can Ever Be Alone For A Moment In Italy? Every Stone Has A Voice, Every Grain Of Dust Seems Instinct With Spirit From The Past, Every Step Recalls Some Line, Some Legend Of Long-neglected Lore.

Who Does Not Observe The Immediate Glow And Security That Is Diffused Over The Life Of Woman, Before Restless Or Fretful, By Engaging In Gardening, Building, Or The Lowest Department Of Art? Here Is Something That Is Not Routine--something That Draws Forth Life Towards The Infinite.

Most Marvelous And Enviable Is That Fecundity Of Fancy Which Can Adorn Whatever It Touches, Which Can Invest Naked Fact And Dry Reasoning With Unlooked-for Beauty, Make Flowers Bloom Even On The Brow Of The Precipice, And, When Nothing Better Can Be Had, Can Turn The Very Substance Of Rock Itself Into Moss And Lichens. This Faculty Is Uncomparingly The Most Important For The Vivid And Attractive Exhibition Of Truth To The Minds Of Men.