Happy Contractedness Of Youth, Nay, Of Mankind

The Mediator Of The Inexpressible Is The Work Of Art.

A Man's Name Is Not Like A Mantle Which Merely Hangs About Him...but A Perfectly Fitting Garment, Which, Like The Skin, Has Grown Over Him, At Which One Cannot Rake And Scrape Without Injuring The Man Himself.

Yet Here I Stand Poor Fool What More, Not One Wit Wiser Than Before.

And I Like Those Authors Best Whose Scenes Describe My Own Situation In Life-- And The Friends Who Are About Me Whose Stories Touch Me With Interest, From Resembling My Own Homely Existence.

Music Is Liquid Architecture; Architecture Is Frozen Music.