To Mercy Pity Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy Pity Peace and Love Is God our father dear. And Mercy Pity Peace and Love Is Man his child and care. Then every man of every clime That prays in his distress Prays to the human form divine: Love Mercy Pity Peace. And all must love the human form In heathen, Turk, or Jew. Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too.

The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.

Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.

The Man who pretends to be a modest enquirer into the truth of a self-evident thing is a Knave.

My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.

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.

Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly.