Religion Is Not In Want Of Art;

Know Thyself? If I Knew Myself I Would Run Away.

How Fair Doth Nature Appear Again! How Bright The Sunbeams! How Smiles The Plain! The Flow'rs Are Bursting From Ev'ry Bough, And Thousand Voices Each Bush Yields Now. And Joy And Gladness Fill Ev'ry Breast! Oh Earth!-oh Sunlight! Oh Rapture Blest! Oh Love! Oh Loved One!

There Is No Surer Method Of Evading The World Than By Following Art, And No Surer Method Of Linking Oneself To It Than By Art.

With Knowledge Grows Doubt.

Hatred Is Active, And Envy Passive Dislike; There Is But One Step From Envy To Hate.