Accuracy Is Essential To Beauty.

No Performance Is Worth Loss Of Geniality. 'tis A Cruel Price We Pay For Certain Fancy Goods Called Fine Arts And Philosophy.

If We Tire Of The Saints, Shakspeare Is Our City Of Refuge.

Nature Is Methodical, And Doeth Her Work Well. Time Is Never To Be Hurried.

All The Elements, Whose Aid Man Calls In, Will Sometimes Become Big Masters.

A Man In The View Of Absolute Goodness, Adores, With Total Humility. Every Step Downward, Is A Step Upward. The Man Who Renounceshimself, Comes To Himself.