Those Have Not Lived Who

This Is The Method Of Genius, To Ripen Fruit For The Crowd By Those Rays Of Whose Heat They Complain.

Only The Dreamer Shall Understand Realities, Though In Truth His Dreaming Must Be Not Out Of Proportion To His Waking.

The Public Must Learn How To Cherish The Nobler And Rarer Plants, And To Plant The Aloe, Able To Wait A Hundred Years For It's Bloom, Or It's Garden Will Contain, Presently, Nothing But Potatoes And Pot-herbs.

Our Desires, Once Realized, Haunt Us Again Less Readily.

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