The Eye Doesn't See Any Shapes, It

Everything In Science Depends On What One Calls An Aperçu, On Becoming Aware Of What Is At The Bottom Of The Phenomena. Such Becoming Aware Is Infinitely Fertile.

Art Is A Severe Business; Most Serious When Employed In Grand And Sacred Objects. The Artist Stands Higher Than Art, Higher Than The Object. He Uses Art For His Purposes, And Deals With The Object After His Own Fashion.

Hypotheses Are Lullabies For Teachers To Sing Their Students To Sleep.

For A Strolling Damsel A Doubtful Reputation Bears.

How Fair Doth Nature Appear Again! How Bright The Sunbeams! How Smiles The Plain! The Flow'rs Are Bursting From Ev'ry Bough, And Thousand Voices Each Bush Yields Now. And Joy And Gladness Fill Ev'ry Breast! Oh Earth!-oh Sunlight! Oh Rapture Blest! Oh Love! Oh Loved One!