The foundation of empire is art and science. Remove them or degrade them, and the empire is no more. Empire follows art and not vice versa as Englishmen suppose.

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.

General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer.

You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again.

When the doors of perception are cleansed, men will see things as they truly are, infinite.

Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame.

I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.