In Every Work Of Genius We Recognize

The Crime Which Bankrupts Men And States Is Job-work-declining From Your Main Design, To Serve A Turn Here And There. Nothing Is Beneath You, If It Is In The Direction Of Your Life, Nothing Is Great Or Desirable If It Is Off From That. I Think We Are Entitled Here To Draw A Straight Line And Say That Society Can Never Prosper But Must Always Be Bankrupts, Until Every Man Does That Which He Was Created To Do.

Drive Out Nature With A Fork, She Comes Running Back.

To Clothe The Fiery Thought In Simple Words Succeeds, For Still The Craft Of Genius Is To Mask A King In Weeds.

We Fly To Beauty As An Asylum From The Terrors Of Finite Nature.

Money Often Costs Too Much, And Power And Pleasure Are Not Cheap.