Contact With The World Either Breaks Or

Satire Is The Disease Of Art.

We Gild Our Medicines With Sweets; Why Not Clothe Truth And Morals In Peasant Garments As Well?

Nature In Causing Reason And The Passions To Be Born At One And The Same Time Apparently Wished By The Latter Gift To Distract Man From The Evil She Had Done Him By The Former, And By Only Permitting Him To Live For A Few Years After The Loss Of His Passions Seems To Show Her Pity By Early Deliverance From A Life That Reduces Him To Reason As His Sole Resource.

Knowledge Is Boundless,--human Capacity, Limited.

Men's Hearts And Faces Are Always Wide Asunder; Women's Are Not Only In Close Connection, But Are Mirror-like In The Instant Power Of Reflection.