Whatever Limits Us We Call

Beauty Through My Senses Stole; I Yielded Myself To The Perfect Whole.

The Spirit Of The World, The Great Calm Presence Of The Creator, Comes Not Forth To The Sorceries Of Opium Or Of Wine.

The American Who Has Been Confined, In His Own Country, To The Sight Of Buildings Designed After Foreign Models, Is Surprised On Entering York Minster Or St. Peter's At Rome, By The Feeling That These Structures Are Imitations Also,--faint Copies Of An Invisible Archetype.

You Will Always Find Those Who Think They Know What Is Your Duty Better Than You Know It.

There Was Never A Child So Lovely But His Mother Was Glad To Get Him To Sleep.