Criticism is the windows and chandeliers of art: it illuminates the enveloping darkness in which art might otherwise rest only vaguely discernible and perhaps altogether unseen.

We were alone. Where I could not say hardly imagine. All was black and such a dense black that after some minutes my eyes had not been able to discern even the faintest glimmer.

Time alone reveals the just man but you might discern a bad man in a single day.

Man has no Body distinct from his Soul for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses the chief inlets of Soul in this age.