The ultimate, angels' law, Indulging every instinct of the soul There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing! - Robert Browning

That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true;
Such is life’s trial, as old earth smiles and knows.
If you loved only what were worth your love,
Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you:
Make the low nature better by your throes!
Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!

Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, The superstitious atheist.

It is the glory and good of Art
That Art remains the one way possible
Of speaking truth,—to mouths like mine, at least.