In The Ardor Of Pursuit Men Soon

We Are Citizens Of An Age, As Well As Of A State; And If It Is Held To Be Unseemly, Or Even Inadmissible, For A Man To Cut Himself Off From The Customs And Manners Of The Circle In Which He Lives, Why Should It Be Less Of A Duty, In The Choice Of His Activity, To Submit His Decision To The Needs And The Taste Of His Century?

It Is Only Through The Morning Gate Of The Beautiful That You Can Penetrate Into The Realm Of Knowledge. That Which We Feel Here As Beauty We Shall One Day Know As Truth.

Wine Invents Nothing; It Only Tattles.

Even Now, Nature Is The Only Flame, On Which The Poetic Spirit Feeds; From It Alone It Draws All Its Power, To It Alone It Speaks Even In The Artificial, In The Man Engaged In Culture.

Song Forbids Victorious Deeds To Die.