We Know Accurately Only When

Beauty Is At Once The Ultimate Principle And The Highest Aim Of Art.

Old Age Is Never Honored Among Us, But Only Indulged, As Childhood Is; And Old Men Lose One Of The Most Precious Rights Of Man,--that Of Being Judged By Their Peers.

Everything That Frees Our Spirit Without Giving Us Control Of Ourselves Is Ruinous.

All Lyrical Work Must, As A Whole, Be Perfectly Intelligible, But In Some Particulars A Little Unintelligible.

On Every Mountain Height Is Rest.