Art Is A Jealous Mistress.

The Sciences, Even The Best,-mathematics And Astronomy,-are Like Sportsmen, Who Seize Whatever Prey Offers, Even Without Being Able To Make Any Use Of It.

Pure By Impure Is Not Seen.

Things Are In The Saddle. And Ride Mankind.

But Do Your Work, And I Shall Know You. Do Your Work, And You Shall Reinforce Yourself.

Conversation In Society Is Found To Be On A Platform So Low As To Exclude Science, The Saint, And The Poet.