Art Is To Look At Not To

In For Ever Knowing, We Are For Ever Blessed; But To Know All Were The Curse Of A Fiend

That The Play Is The Tragedy, “man,” And Its Hero, The Conqueror Worm.

Beauty Of Whatever Kind, In Its Supreme Development, Invariably Excites The Sensitive Soul To Tears.

The Best Chess-player In Christendom May Be Little More Than The Best Player Of Chess; But Proficiency In Whist Implies Capacity For Success In All Those More Important Undertakings Where Mind Struggles With Mind.

Even For Those To Whom Life And Death Are Equal Jests. There Are Some Things That Are Still Held In Respect.