The Effect Of Studying Masterpieces

When I Compare Myself, My Being-myself, With Anything Else Whatever, All Things Alike, All In The Same Degree, Rebuff Me With Blank Unlikeness.

For I Think It Is The Case With Genius That It Is Not When Quiescent So Very Much Above Mediocrity As The Difference Between The Two Might Lead Us To Think, But That It Has The Power And Privilege Of Rising From That Level To A Height Utterly Far From Mediocrity: In Other Words That Its Greatness Is That It Can Be So Great.

When A Man Is In God's Grace And Free From Mortal Sin, Then Everything That He Does, So Long As There Is No Sin In It, Gives God Glory And What Does Not Give Him Glory Has Some, However Little, Sin In It. It Is Not Only Prayer That Gives God Glory But Work. Smiting On An Anvil, Sawing A Beam, Whitewashing A Wall, Driving Horses, Sweeping, Scouring, Everything Gives God Some Glory If Being In His Grace You Do It As Your Duty.

Summer Ends Now; Now, Barbarous In Beauty, The Stooks Arise Around; Up Above, What Wind-walks! What Lovely Behavior Of Silk-sack Clouds! Has Wilder, Willful-waiver Meal-drift Molded Ever And Melted Across Skies?

It Seems Then That It Is Not The Excellence Of Any Two Things (or More) In Themselves, But Those Two Things As Viewed By The Light Of Each Other, That Makes Beauty.