Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb." So I piped with merry cheer; "Piper, pipe that song again." So I piped; he wept to hear.

Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.

Pride is a personal commitment. It is an attitude which separates excellence from mediocrity.

All the destruction in Christian Europe has arisen from deism, which is natural religion.

The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles.

The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.

A musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian.