Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.
Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
Celebrate your existence!
The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons.
I am going to that country which I have all my life wished to see.
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.