Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A

The Foundation Of Empire Is Art And Science. Remove Them Or Degrade Them, And The Empire Is No More. Empire Follows Art And Not Vice Versa As Englishmen Suppose.

Man Has Closed Himself Up, Till He Sees All Things Thro' Narrow Chinks Of His Cavern.

The Pride Of The Peacock Is The Glory Of God.

Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows Weep Not!

To Cast Aside From Poetry, All That Is Not Inspiration