"The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss … it is inevitable as life … it is as exact and plumb as gravitation.
From the eyesight proceeds another eyesight and from the hearing proceeds another hearing and from the voice proceeds another voice eternally curious of the harmony of things with man.
To these respond perfections not only in the committees that were supposed to stand for the rest but in the rest themselves just the same.
These understand the law of perfection in masses and floods … that its finish is to each for itself and onward from itself … that it is profuse and impartial … that there is not a minute of the light or dark nor an acre of the earth and sea without it—nor any direction of the sky nor any trade or employment nor any turn of events.
This is the reason that about the proper expression of beauty there is precision and balance …"
Walt Whitman, 'Preface to Leaves of Grass', 1855
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