Beauty Is The Virtue Of The Body

Whatever Is Old Corrupts, And The Past Turns To Snakes.

The Right Eloquence Needs No Bell To Call The People Together, And No Constable To Keep Them.

Tis The Privilege Of Art Thus To Play Its Cheerful Part, Man On Earth To Acclimate And Bend The Exile To His Fate.

The Universe Is The Externalization Of The Soul.

We Must Have Kings, We Must Have Nobles; Nature Is Always Providing Such In Every Society; Only Let Us Have The Real Instead Of The Titular. In Every Society Some Are Born To Rule, And Some To Advise. The Chief Is The Chief All The World Over, Only Not His Cap And Plume. It Is Only This Dislike Of The Pretender Which Makes Men Sometimes Unjust To The True And Finished Man.