The populace drags down the gods to their own level.
An artist spends himself like the crayon in his hand, till he is all gone.
American mind a wilderness of opportunities.
Tis the old secret of the gods that they come in low disguises.
No man should travel until he has learned the language of the country he visits. Otherwise he voluntarily makes himself a great baby - so helpless and so ridiculous.
A man is a god in ruins.