We Are The Prisoners Of Ideas.

The Life Of Labor Does Not Make Men, But Drudges.

Always Maintain Your Common Sense And Artful Skills, And Funnel It All Into Plain Enough Dealings.

Astronomy Is A Cold, Desert Science, With All Its Pompous Figures,-depends A Little Too Much On The Glass-grinder, Too Little On The Mind. 't Is Of No Use To Show Us More Planets And Systems. We Know Already What Matter Is, And More Or Less Of It Does Not Signify.

Immitation Is Suicide.

The Gothic Cathedral Is A Blossoming In Stone Subdued By The Insatiable Demand Of Harmony In Man.