Art Is A Mediator Of The Unspeakable.

Wood Burns Because It Has The Proper Stuff For That Purpose In It; And A Man Becomes Renowned Because He Has The Necessary Stuff In Him. Renown Is Not To Be Sought, And All Pursuit Of It Is Vain. A Person May, Indeed, By Skillful Conduct And Various Artificial Means, Make A Sort Of Name For Himself; But If The Inner Jewel Is Wanting, All Is Vanity, And Will Not Last A Day.

The History Of A Man Is In His Character.

On All The Peaks Lies Peace.

There Is No Patriotic Art And No Patriotic Science.

The Mob Has Nothing To Lose, Everything To Gain.