Without Contraries Is No Progression. Attraction And

Christ's Crucifix Shall Be Made An Excuse For Executing Criminals.

God Only Acts And Is, In Existing Beings Or Men.

Where There Is Money There Is No Art.

Down The Winding Cavern We Groped Our Tedious Way, Till A Void Boundless As The Nether Sky Appeared Beneath Us, And We Held By The Roots Of Trees And Hung Over This Immensity; But I Said: If You Please We Will Commit Ourselves To This Void And See Whether Providence Is Here Also.

When Nations Grow Old The Arts Grow Cold And Commerce Settles On Every Tree