The Generations Of Men Run On In

Naught Can Deform The Human Race Like To The Armor's Iron Brace.

Degrade First The Arts If You'd Mankind Degrade. Hire Idiots To Paint With Cold Light & Hot Shade: Give High Price For The Worst, Leave The Best In Disgrace, And With Labours Of Ignorance Fill Every Place.

I See The Past, Present & Future Existing All At Once Before Me.

O White-robed Angel, Guide My Timorous Hand To Write As On A Lofty Rock With Iron Pen The Words Of Truth, That All Who Pass May Read.

Execution Is The Chariot Of Genius.