Gray's soul had turned to this white girl and bowed in worship before her. To a large extent the lad was his.

Not that I love thy children, whose dull eyes see nothing save their own unlovely woe, Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know...

Every one should have their hands told once a month so as to know what not to do. Of course, one does it all the same, but it is so pleasant to be warned.

Beauty has as many meanings as man has moods. Beauty is the symbol of symbols. Beauty reveals everything, because it expresses nothing. When it shows us itself, it shows us the whole fiery-coloured world.

There are things that are right to say but that may be said at the wrong time and to the wrong people.

And Beauty is a form of Genius - is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation.

You must read this letter right through, though each word may become to you as the fire or knife of the surgeon that makes the delicate flesh burn or bleed.