It Needs A Great Nature To Bear

Count Art By Gold, And It Fetters The Feet It Once Winged.

Fame! It Is The Flower Of A Day, That Dies When The Next Sun Rises.

Christianity Has Been Cruel In Much To The Human Race. It Has Quenched Much Of The Sweet Joy And Gladness Of Life; It Has Caused The Natural Passions And Affections Of It To Be Held As Sins.

Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood Of Art.

I Do Not Wish To Be A Coward Like The Father Of Mankind And Throw The Blame Upon A Woman.