Emotion is primarily about nothing and much of it remains about nothing to the end.

The lover knows much more about absolute good and universal beauty than any logician or theologian, unless the latter, too, be lovers in disguise.

For Shakespeare, in the matter of religion, the choice lay between Christianity and nothing. He chose nothing.

To keep beauty in its place is to make all things beautiful.

Oxford, the paradise of dead philosophies.

Beauty is a pledge of the possible conformity between the soul and nature, and consequently a ground of faith in the supremacy of the good.

Habit is stronger than reason.