Depending Upon One Another's Hearts, Ye Had

Religion And Art Spring From The Same Root And Are Close Kin. Economics And Art Are Strangers.

If Mankind Were All Intellect, They Would Be Continually Changing, So That One Age Would Be Entirely Unlike Another. The Great Conservative Is The Heart, Which Remains The Same In All Ages; So That Commonplaces Of A Thousand Years' Standing Are As Effective As Ever.

The World, That Grey-bearded And Wrinkled Profligate, Decrepit, Without Being Venerable.

A Pure Hand Needs No Glove To Cover It.

Eager Souls, Mystics And Revolutionaries, May Propose To Refashion The World In Accordance With Their Dreams; But Evil Remains, And So Long As It Lurks In The Secret Places Of The Heart, Utopia Is Only The Shadow Of A Dream