The Superstition In Which We Were Brought

Would That We Could At Once Paint With The Eyes! In The Long Way From The Eye Through The Arm To The Pencil, How Much Is Lost!

Where Wildness And Disorder Are Visible In The Dance, There Satan, Death And All Kinds Of Mischief Are Likewise Upon The Floor. For This Reason I Could Wish That The Dance Of Death Were Painted On The Walls Of All Ball-rooms In Order To Warn The Dancers, Not By The Levity Of Their Deportment, To Provoke The God Of Righteousness To Visit Them With A Sudden Judgment.

Pure Truth Is For God Alone.

The True Vagrant Is The Only King Above All Comparison.

The Most Deadly Fruit Is Borne By The Hatred Which One Grafts On An Extinguished Friendship