Prose Talks And Poetry Sings.

Bunglers And Pedants Judge Art According To Genre; They Approve Of This And Dismiss That Genre, But Instead Of Genres, The Open-minded Connoisseur Appreciates Only Individual Works.

Today Is, After All, Today, But Yesterday Is Of The Same Substance As Tomorrow.

Servants Honor Their Master By Their Service.

Piety Is The Fermentation Of The Forming Mind And The Putrefaction Of The Disintegrating One.

Why I Love The Ancients So Much? Aside From Everything Else, When I Read Them, The Entire Past Between Them And Me Unfolds At Thesame Time. The Hearts Of How Many Heroes And Poets May Have Been Set On Fire By Plutarch's Biographies Which Now Inspire Me With Their Own And With Borrowed Flames!