What is art but the life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of still expanding and ascending gyres, it pushes toward the intense significance of all things, hungry for the infinite?

The plague of gold strikes far and near.

What is art but the life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of still expanding and ascending gyres, it pushes toward the intense significance of all things, hungry for the infinite?

But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware.

The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.

Much of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself.

Happy are all free peoples, too strong to be dispossessed. But blessed are those among nations who dare to be strong for the rest!