Solitude is impractical and yet society is fatal.
He that loveth maketh his own the grandeur he loves
Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast.
In the true mythology, Love is an immortal child, and Beauty leads him as a guide; nor can we express a deeper sense than when we say, Beauty is the pilot of the young soul.
Picture and sculpture are the celebrations and festivities of form.
Talent alone cannot make a writer. There must be a man behind the book.