Let the black flower blossom as it may!
The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure - that is the choicest of all.
She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.
Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.
What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the applause of mankind, from generation to generation until the colors fade and blacken out of sight or the canvas rot entirely away.