Pleasing ware is half sold.
Do well and right and let the world sink.
'It's this accursed Science,' I cried. 'It's the very Devil. The mediaeval priests and persecutors were right, and the Moderns are all wrong. You tamper with it-and it offers you gifts. And directly you take them it knocks you to pieces in some unexpected way.'
To a good spender God is the Treasurer.
When prayers are done, my Lady is ready.
War is death's feast.