All The Worth Of Some People Lies

He Who Only Writes To Suit The Taste Of The Age, Considers Himself More Than His Writings. We Should Always Aim At Perfection, And Then Posterity Will Do Us That Justice Which Sometimes Our Contemporaries Refuse Us.

When We Lavish Our Money We Rob Our Heir; When We Merely Save It We Rob Ourselves.

A Vain Man Finds His Account In Speaking Good Or Evil Of Himself.

He Who Excels In His Art So As To Carry It To The Utmost Height Of Perfection Of Which It Is Capable May Be Said In Some Measure To Go Beyond It: His Transcendent Productions Admit Of No Appellations.

False Modesty Is The Refinement Of Vanity. It Is A Lie.