That Agony Returns; And Till My Ghastly

The Happiness Of Life Is Made Up Of Minute Fractions - The Little, Soon Forgotten Charities Of A Kiss Or A Smile, A Kind Look Or Heartfelt Compliment.

He Saw A Lawyer Killing A Viper On A Dunghill Hard By His Own Stable; And The Devil Smiled, For It Put Him In Mind Of Cain And His Brother Abel.

The Words In Prose Ought To Express The Intended Meaning, And No More; If They Attract Attention To Themselves, It Is, In General, A Fault.

Now Art, Used Collectively For Painting, Sculpture, Architecture And Music, Is The Mediatress Between, And Reconciler Of, Nature And Man. It Is, Therefore, The Power Of Humanizing Nature, Of Infusing The Thoughts And Passions Of Man Into Everything Which Is The Object Of His Contemplation.

Farce Is Nearer Tragedy In Its Essence Than Comedy Is.