To Be Great Is To Be Misunderstood.

Let Us Be Silent — So We May Hear The Whisper Of The Gods.

The Men Who Carry Their Points Do Not Need To Inquire Of Their Constituents What They Should Say, But Are Themselves The Country Which They Represent: Nowhere Are Its Emotions Or Opinions So Instant And So True As In Them; Nowhere So Pure From A Selfish Infusion.

The World We Live In Is But Thickened Light.

The Quality Of The Imagination Is To Flow And Not To Freeze.

That Which Shows God In Me, Fortifies Me. That Which Shows God Out Of Me, Makes Me A Wart And A Wen.