"It is not written there--not on that wood.

How did you know it ?" "Certainly," said the stranger, "the whole of the story is not written here, but it is suggested.

And the attribute of all true art, the highest and the lowest, is this--that it rays more than it says, and takes you away from itself.

It is a little door that opens into an infinite hall where you may find what you please.

Men, thinking to detract, say: 'People read more in this or that work of genius than was ever written in it,' not perceiving that they pay the highest compliment.