Chess Is The Touchstone Of Intellect.

A Genuine Work Of Art Usually Displeases At First Sight, As It Suggests A Deficiency In The Spectator.

Know'st Thou The Land Where The Lemon-trees Bloom, Where The Gold Orange Glows In The Deep Thicket's Gloom, Where A Wind Ever Soft From The Blue Heaven Blows, And The Groves Are Of Laurel And Myrtle And Rose!

The World Is So Empty If One Thinks Only Of Mountains, Rivers And Cities; But To Know Someone Who Thinks And Feels With Us, And Who, Though Distant, Is Close To Us In Spirit, This Makes The Earth For Us An Inhabited Garden.

Thou Tremblest Before Anticipated Ills, And Still Bemoanest What Thou Never Losest.

Beauty Is A Primeval Phenomenon, Which Itself Never Makes Its Appearance, But The Reflection Of Which Is Visible In A Thousand Different Utterances Of The Creative Mind, And Is As Various As Nature Herself.