Heaven Is In A Grain Of Sand.

The Modest Rose Puts Forth A Thorn,the Humble Sheep A Threat'ning Horn:while The Lily White Shall In Love Delight,nor A Thorn Nor A Threat Stain Her Beauty Bright.

Where Any View Of Money Exists, Art Cannot Be Carried On.

When Sir Joshua Reynolds Died All Nature Was Degraded

A Good Local Pub Has Much In Common With A Church, Except That A Pub Is Warmer, And There's More Conversation.

When Nations Grow Old The Arts Grow Cold And Commerce Settles On Every Tree