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.
We become what we behold.
The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.
Pluck thou my flower, Oothoon the mild; Another flower shall spring, because the soul of sweet delight Can never pass away.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.