Art Compares To Nature Like Wine To

There Shall Be No Slave In Your Home, Male Or Female: Least Of All The Mother Of Your Son.

Our Age Believed Herself Pregnant With Auspicious Progeny, But When Her Hour Came, It Turned Out To Be Dropsy.

No Spoon Has Yet Destroyed A Mouth, But The Knife Of War Cuts Portions That Are Hard To Swallow. Perhaps The Big Mouths Of The Privileged Are Able To Cope With Them, But They Dull The Teeth Of The Little People And Ruin Their Stomachs.

Beauty Satisfies The Senses Completely And At The Same Time Uplifts The Soul. That Which Gratifies The Senses Is Pleasant, And That Which Uplifts The Soul Without Being Sensual In The Least Is Good, True, Right, Anything You Like, But Not Beautiful.

Jealousy Is A Grievous Passion That Jealously Seeks What Causes Grief.