Not from a vain or shallow thoughtHis awful Jove young Phidias brought.
Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.
Not he is great who can alter matter, but he who can alter my state of mind.
As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.
Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.
Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.
The marble index of a mind foreverVoyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.
You are fifty years old and would worship a day old statue!
And the cold marble leapt to life a God.
The sculptor does not work for the anatomist, but for the common observer of life and nature.
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