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.

Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.

The mocker of Art is the mocker of Jesus.

Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?

Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.