The busy bee has no time for sorrow.

Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release.

And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love.

Commerce is so far from being beneficial to arts, or to empire, that it is destructive of both, as all their history shows, for the above reason of individual merit being its great hatred. Empires flourish till they become commercial, and then they are scattered abroad to the four winds.

Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.

Without Unceasing Practice nothing can be done. Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost.

Opposition is true friendship.