I Can Barely Conceive Of A Type

Modernity Is The Transient, The Fleeting, The Contingent; It Is One Half Of Art, The Other Being The Eternal And The Immovable.

...an Industry Which Can Furnish Results Identical To Nature Must Be The Absolute In Art.

It Is Good Sometimes That The Happy Of This World Should Learn, Were It Only To Humble Their Foolish Pride For An Instant, That There Are Higher, Wider, And Rarer Joys Than Theirs.

La, Tout N’est Qu’ordre Et Beauté Luxe, Calme Et Volupté There, There Is Nothing Else But Grace And Measure, Richness, Quietness, And Pleasure.

Evil Is Done Without Effort, Naturally, It's Destiny; Good Is Always The Product Of Skill.