A Heretic Is A Man Who Sees

Nothing Under The Sun Is Accidental, Least Of All That Of Which The Intention Is So Clearly Evident.

The Superstition In Which We Were Brought Up Never Loses Its Power Over Us, Even After We Understand It.

I Know Not Whether There Exists Such A Thing As A Coin Stamped With A Pair Of Pinions; But I Wish This Were The Device Which Monarchs Put Upon Their Dollars And Ducats, To Show That Riches Make To Themselves Wings, And Fly Away.

The End-purpose Of All Art Is Enjoyment!

The Searcher's Eye Not Seldom Finds More Than He Wished To Find.