Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.
The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to the mart, Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.
God only acts and is, in existing beings or men.
Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant.
I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.