Few Authors Understand Themselves, And A Proper

What Tarquin The Proud Said In His Garden With The Poppy Blooms Was Understood By The Son But Not By The Messenger.

A Thirsty Ambition For Truth And Virtue, And A Frenzy To Conquer All Lies And Vices Which Are Not Recognized As Such Nor Desire To Be; Herein Consists The Heroic Spirit Of The Philosopher.

Lies, Fables And Romances Must Needs Be Probable, But Not The Truth And Foundation Of Our Faith.

When I Rest My Feet My Mind Also Ceases To Function.

The Weakness Of Ourselves And Of Our Reason Makes Us See Flaws In Beauties By Making Us Consider Everything Piece By Piece.