We speak of profane arts; but there are none properly such; every art is holy in itself; it is the son of Eternal Light.
Esaias TegnerIn Phebus realm, in knowledge as in verse,All things are clear, the sun of Phoebus clear,Clear was his crystal, the Kastalian.What you cannot clearly say, you don't know:To tongue of man his thought brings word:What's said obscurely is what's thought obscurely.
Esaias Tegner