Not worlds on worlds in phalanx deep, Need we to prove a God is here; The Daisy, fresh from Winter's sleep, Tells of his hand in lines as clear. - John Mason Good

Now, happiness consists in activity: such is the constitution of our nature: it is a running stream and not a stagnant pool.

Taste is that faculty which selects and relishes such combinations of ideas as produce genuine beauty, and rejects the contrary.

The perfection of an art consists in the employment of a comprehensive system of laws, commensurate to every purpose within its scope, but concealed from the eye of the spectator; and in the production of effects that seem to flow forth spontaneously, as though uncontrolled by their influence, and which are equally excellent, whether regarded individually, or in reference to the proposed result.