Art Degraded, Imagination Denied.

The Strongest Poison Ever Known Came From Caesar's Laurel Crown.

Nothing Can Be More Contemptible Than To Suppose Public Records To Be True.

He Who Would Do Good To Another Must Do It In Minute Particulars: General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocrite, And Flatterer, For Art And Science Cannot Exist But In Minutely Organized Particulars.

I Am In You And You In Me, Mutual In Divine Love.

What Seems To Be, Is, To Those To Whom It Seems To Be, And Is Productive Of The Most Dreadful Consequences To Those To Whom It Seems To Be, Even Of Torments, Despair, Eternal Death.