Who cares what the fact was, when we have made a constellation of it to hang in heaven an immortal sign?
Ralph Waldo Emerson
To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, — that is genius.
INTRODUCTION. OUR age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchres of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories, and criticism. The foregoing generations beheld God and nature face to face; we, through their eyes. Why should not we also enjoy an original relation to the universe? Why should not we.
Do not waste yourself in rejection, nor bark against the bad, but chant the beauty of the good.
Always the seer is a sayer. Somehow his dream is told; somehow he publishes it with solemn joy: sometimes with pencil on canvas, sometimes with chisel on stone, sometimes in towers and aisles of granite, his soul's worship is builded; sometimes in anthems of indefinite music, but clearest and most permanent, in words.
Nothing divine dies. All good is eternally reproductive. The beauty of nature reforms itself in the mind, and not for barren contemplation, but for new creation.