A Beautiful Soul Has No Other Merit

The Universe Is A Thought Of God.

To One, Science Is An Exalted Goddess; To Another It Is A Cow Which Provides Him With Butter.

A Childlike Mind In Its Simplicity Practises That Science Of Good To Which The Wise May Be Blind.

Thus Arm In Arm With Thee I Dare Defy My Century Into The Lists.

No Doubt The Artist Is The Child Of His Time; But Woe To Him If He Is Also Its Disciple, Or Even Its Favorite.