A Noise Like Of A Hidden Brook

The More Sparingly We Make Use Of Nonsense, The Better.

No Sound Is Dissonant Which Tells Of Life.

Swans Sing Before They Die - 'twere No Bad Thing Should Certain Persons Die Before They Sing.

If A Man Is Not Rising Upward To Be An Angel, Depend On It, He Is Sinking Downward To Be A Devil.

The Intelligible Forms Of Ancient Poets, The Fair Humanities Of Old Religion, The Power, The Beauty, And The Majesty That Had Their Haunts In Dale Or Piny Mountain, Or Forest By Slow Stream, Or Pebbly Spring, Or Chasms And Watery Depths, All These Have Vanished; They Live No Longer In The Faith Of Reason.