Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds in wheels shoot long and lovely and lush Thrush's eggs look little low heavens and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.
Art and Religion are then two roads by which men escape from circumstance...
A rose is the visible result of an infinitude of complicated goings on in the...
Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age.