Load every rift with ore.
The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.