From the colour the nature And by the nature the sign! Beatific spirits welding together As in one ash-tree in Ygdrasail.

The flavors of the peach and the apricot are not lost from generation to generation. Neither are they transmitted by book learning.

'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn!

It would be about as easy for an American to become a Chinaman or a Hindoo as for him to acquire an Englishness or a Frenchness or a European-ness that is more than half skin deep.

As for literature It gives no man a sinecure. And no one knows, at sight, a masterpiece. And give up verse, my boy, There's nothing in it.

It is more than likely that the brain itself is, in origin and development, only a sort of great clot of genital fluid held in suspense or reserved. This hypothesis would explain the enormous content of the brain as a maker or presenter of images.

It ought to be illegal for an artist to marry. If the artist must marry let him find someone more interested in art, or his art, or the artist part of him, than in him. After which let them take tea together three times a week.