God Said, I Am Tired Of Kings,

Prayer That Craves A Particular Commodity, Anything Less Than All Good, Is Vicious.

Talent Finds Its Models, Methods, And Ends In Society, Exists For Exhibition, And Goes To The Soul Only For Power To Work. Genius Is Its Own End, And Draws Its Means And The Style Of Its Architecture From Within.

The Need For A Rational Consistency Is The Hobgoblin Of Small Minds.

Do Not Shut Up The Young People Against Their Will In A Pew, And Force The Children To Ask Them Questions For An Hour Against Their Will.

What We Seek We Shall Find; What We Flee From Flees From Us.