Who Dares Nothing, Need Hope For Nothing.

Revenge Is Barren Of Itself: It Is The Dreadful Food It Feeds On; Its Delight Is Murder, And Its End Is Despair.

The Iron Chain And The Silken Cord Are Both Equally Bonds.

Art Is The Daughter Of Freedom.

The Present Age Has Witnessed An Extraordinary Increase Of A Thinking Public, By The Facilities Afforded To The Diffusion Of Reading; The Former Happy Resignation To Ignorance Begins To Make Way For A State Of Half-enlightenment, And Few Persons Are Willing To Remain In The Condition In Which Their Birth Has Placed Then.

But How Is The Artist To Protect Himself Against The Corruption Of The Age Which Besets Him On All Sides?