Science finds it methods.

It has been the office of art to educate the perception of beauty. We are immersed in beauty but our eyes have no clear vision.

Music takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startles out wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence, and whereto.

Fear is cruel and mean.

That man is idle who can do something better.

There comes a period of the imagination to each--a later youth--the power of beauty, the power of looks, of poetry.

The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew: The conscious stone to beauty grew.