The Joke Loses Everything When

Not He Who Scorns The Saviour's Yoke Should Wear His Cross Upon The Heart.

There Is No Such Thing As Chance; And What Seem To Us Merest Accident Springs From The Deepest Source Of Destiny.

You Have To Go The Rounds From Individual To Individual In Order To Gather The Totality Of The Race.

I Am My Own Heaven And Hell!

Utility Is The Great Idol Of The Age, To Which All Powers Must Do Service And All Talents Swear Allegiance. In This Great Balance Of Utility, The Spiritual Service Of Art Has No Weight, And, Deprived Of All Encouragement, It Vanishes From The Noisy Vanity Fair Of Our Time.