If We Walk In The Woods, We

Accept Your Genius And Say What You Think.

Nature And Literature Are Subjective Phenomena; Every Evil And Every Good Thing Is A Shadow Which We Cast

Eloquence Is The Appropriate Organ Of The Highest Personal Energy.

Genius Seems To Consistent Merely In Trueness Of Sight.

Here Is The World, Sound As A Nut, Perfect, Not The Smallest Piece Of Chaos Left, Never A Stitch Nor An End, Not A Mark Of Haste, Or Botching, Or Second Thought; But The Theory Of The World Is A Thing Of Shreds And Patches.