Appalling Is The Soul Of A Man!

We Cannibals Must Help These Christians.

My Means Are Sane, My Motives And My Object Mad.

In Placid Hours Well-pleased We Dream Of Many A Brave Unbodied Scheme. But Form To Lend, Pulsed Life Create, What Unlike Things Must Meet And Mate: A Flame To Melt--a Wind To Freeze; Sad Patience--joyous Energies; Humility--yet Pride And Scorn; Instinct And Study; Love And Hate; Audacity--reverence. These Must Mate, And Fuse With Jacob's Mystic Heart, To Wrestle With The Angel--art.

Man Is A Money-making Animal, Which Propensity Too Often Interferes With His Benevolence.

Faith And Philosophy Are Air, But Events Are Brass.