Beware Of What You Want-for

We Know That Madness Belongs To Love,--what Power To Paint A Vile Object In Hues Of Heaven.

The Glance Is Natural Magic. The Mysterious Communication Established Across A House Between Two Entire Strangers, Moves All The Springs Of Wonder.

We Fly To Beauty As An Asylum From The Terrors Of Finite Nature.

Men Imagine That They Communicate Their Virtue Or Vice Only By Overt Actions, And Do Not See That Virtue Or Vice Emit A Breath Every Moment.

Belief Consists In Accepting The Affirmations Of The Soul; Unbelief In Denying Them.