What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
The mocker of Art is the mocker of Jesus.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white.
When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree