Consistency Is The Foundation Of Virtue.

That Which Above All Other Yields The Sweetest Smell In The Air Is The Violet.

Because The Acts Or Events Of True History Have Not That Magnitude Which Satisfieth The Mind Of Man, Poesy Feigneth Acts And Events Greater And More Heroical.

A Man Were Better Relate Himself To A Statue Or Picture Than To Suffer His Thoughts To Pass In Smother.

If I Sit And Daydream, The Images Rush By Like A Succession Of Colored Slides.

No Man's Fortune Can Be An End Worthy Of His Being.