If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars.

Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed.

I heard an Angel singing; When the day was springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is the world's release.

All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.

The Old and New Testaments are the Great Code of Art.

Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.

England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?