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.
Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.
Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
As I was walking among the fires of hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon.
The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist.