Truth Is A Torch, But A Huge

I Have Found A Paper Of Mine Among Some Others In Which I Call Architecture 'petrified Music.' Really There Is Something In This; The Tone Of Mind Produced By Architecture Approaches The Effect Of Music.

There Is Nothing In Life So Irrational, That Good Sense And Chance May Not Set It To Rights; Nothing So Rational, That Folly And Chance May Not Utterly Confound It.

If Youth Is A Fault, It Is One That One Gets Rid Of Soon Enough.

Man's Highest Merit Always Is, As Much As Possible, To Rule External Circumstances And As Little As Possible To Let Himself Be Ruled By Them.

There Is A Great Difference, Whether The Poet Seeks The Particular For The Sake Of The General Or Sees The General In The Particular. From The Former Procedure There Ensues Allegory, In Which The Particular Serves Only As Illustration, As Example Of The General. The Latter Procedure, However, Is Genuinely The Nature Of Poetry; It Expresses Something Particular, Without Thinking Of The General Or Pointing To It.