Purposelessness Is The Fruitful Mother Of Crime.

So Far From Genius Discarding Law, Rather Is It The Supreme Joy Of Genius To Re-enact The Eternal And Unwritten Law In The Chamber Of Its Own Intel-lect.

The Old Echoes Are Long In Dying.

My Sin Is The Black Spot Which My Bad Act Makes, Seen Against The Disk Of The Sun Of Righteousness. Hence Religion And Sin Come And Go Together.

The Safest Words Are Always Those Which Bring Us Most Directly To Facts.

There Is Always The Possibility Of Beauty Where There Is An Unsealed Human Eye; Of Music Where There Is An Unstopped Human Ear; And Of Inspiration Where There Is A Receptive Human Spirit.