The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of war, the beard of earth. |
The fields from Islington to Marybone, / To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood, / Were builded over with pillars of gold; / And there Jerusalem's pillars stood. |
The fool who persists in his folly will become wise. |
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. |
The fox condemns the trap, not himself. |
The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion. |
The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever. |
The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness. |
The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss any one's ass. |
The harlot's cry from street to street / Shall weave old England's winding-sheet. |
The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands & feet Proportion. |
The hours of folly are measured by the clock, but of wisdom no clock can measure. |
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands. |
The human mind cannot go beyond the gift of God, the Holy Ghost. To suppose that art can go beyond the finest specimens of art that are now in the world is not knowing what art is; it is being blind to the gifts of the spirit. |
The inquiry in England is not whether a man has talents and genius, but whether he is passive and polite and a virtuous ass and obedient to noblemen's opinions in art and science. If he is, he is a good man. If not, he must be starved. |