The Dice Of God Are Always Loaded.

In Sculpture Did Ever Anybody Call The Apollo A Fancy Piece? Or Say Of The Laocoon How It Might Be Made Different? A Masterpiece Of Art Has In The Mind A Fixed Place In The Chain Of Being, As Much As A Plant Or A Crystal.

Ah Fate, Cannot A Man Be Wise Without A Beard? East, West, From Beer To Dan, Say, Was It Never Heard That Wisdom Might In Youth Be Gotten, Or Wit Be Ripe Before 't Was Rotten?

The Passive Master Lent His Hand, To The Vast Soul Which O'er Him Planned.

The Way To Write Is To Throw Your Body At The Mark When Your Arrows Are Spent.

It Is Never Too Late To Do Right.