Thou Art A Man God Is No

You Cannot Have Liberty In This World Without What You Call Moral Virtue, And You Cannot Have Moral Virtue Without The Slavery Of That Half Of The Human Race Who Hate What You Call Moral Virtue.

To My Eye Rubens' Colouring Is Most Contemptible. His Shadows Are A Filthy Brown Somewhat The Colour Of Excrement.

Embraces Are Comminglings From The Head Even To The Feet, And Not A Pompous High Priest Entering By A Secret Place.

We Are Led To Believe A Lie When We See Not Through The Eye.

Improvement Makes Strait Roads, But The Crooked Roads Without Improvement, Are Roads Of Genius.