Each Man Is Haunted Until His Humanity

Think Not Thou Canst Sigh A Sigh And Thy Maker Is Not By; Think Not Thou Canst Weep A Tear And Thy Maker Is Not Near.

Every Man Who Is Not An Artist Is A Traitor To His Own Nature.

Commerce Is So Far From Being Beneficial To Arts, Or To Empire, That It Is Destructive Of Both, As All Their History Shows, For The Above Reason Of Individual Merit Being Its Great Hatred. Empires Flourish Till They Become Commercial, And Then They Are Scattered Abroad To The Four Winds.

Holy, Holy, Holy Is The Lord God Almighty !

It Is Easier To Forgive An Enemy Than To Forgive A Friend.