Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder >>
No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled ar >>
The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts o >>
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. >>
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monot >>
Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call >>
Is there not an art, a music, and a stream of words that shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life?