I Am Called The Richest Monarch In

Strange Customs Do Not Thrive In Foreign Soil.

Nothing, It Is True, Is More Common Than For Both Science And Art To Pay Homage To The Spirit Of The Age, And For Creative Taste To Accept The Law Of Critical Taste.

Secrecy Is For The Happy,--misery, Hopeless Misery, Needs No Veil; Under A Thousand Suns It Dares Act Openly.

Opposition Always Inflames The Enthusiast, Never Converts Him.

What Shall He Fear That Does Not Fear Death.