Offend Her, And She Knows

The Sound Must Seem An Echo To The Sense.

The Way Of The Creative Works Through Change And Transformation, So That Each Thing Receives Its True Nature And Destiny And Comes Into Permanent Accord With The Great Harmony: This Is What Furthers And What Perseveres.

When I Die, I Should Be Ashamed To Leave Enough To Build Me A Monument If There Were A Wanting Friend Above Ground. I Would Enjoy The Pleasure Of What I Give By Giving It Alive And Seeing Another Enjoy It.

One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs.

To Wake The Soul By Tender Strokes Of Art, To Raise The Genius, And To Mend The Heart