What I do is me, for that I came.

Look at the stars! Look, look up at the skies! Oh look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!

The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise.

I thought how sadly beauty of inscape was unknown and buried away from simple people and yet how near at hand it was if they had eyes to see it and it could be called out everywhere again.

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night!

Beauty is a relation, and the apprehension of it a comparison.

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.