The Little Ones Leaped, And Shouted, And

I Rest Not From My Great Task! | To Open The Eternal Worlds, | To Open The Immortal Eyes Of Man | Inwards Into The Worlds Of Thought; | Into Eternity, Ever Expanding | In The Bosom Of God, | The Human Imagination

What Is Grand Is Necessarily Obscure To Weak Men. That Which Can Be Made Explicit To The Idiot Is Not Worth My Care.

The Most Sublime Act Is To Set Another Before You.

Gratitude, In Itself, Is Heaven.

The Goddess Fortune Is The Devil's Servant, Ready To Kiss Any One's Ass.