Sweet Babe, In Thy Face

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

Does A Firm Persuasion That A Thing Is So, Make It So?

I Am More Famed In Heaven For My Works Than I Could Well Conceive. In My Brain Are Studies & Chambers Filled With Books & Pictures Of Old, Which I Wrote And Painted In Ages Of Eternity Before My Mortal Life; And Whose Works Are The Delight & Study Of Archangels. Why, Then, Should I Be Anxious About The Riches Or Fame Of Mortality?

The Tigers Of Wrath Are Wiser Than The Horses Of Instruction.

The Atoms Of Democritus And Newton's Particles Of Light Are Sands Upon The Red Sea Shore, Where Israel's Tents Do Shine So Bright.