A Great Mind Is A Good Sailor,

Life Is Comic Or Pitiful As Soon As The High Ends Of Being Fade Out Of Sight, And Man Becomes Near-sighted, And Can Only Attend Towhat Addresses The Senses.

Skepticism? Yes, But A Saint Is A Skeptic Once In Twenty-four Hours.

The World Looks Like A Multiplication-table, Or A Mathematical Equation, Which, Turn It How You Will, Balances Itself.

There Are Men Too Superior To Be Seen Except By A Few, As There Are Notes Too High For The Scale Of Most Ears.

Painting Was Called Silent Poetry And Poetry Speaking Painting.