For The Wise Man, Every Day Is

The State Of Life Is Most Happy Where Superfluities Are Not Required And Necessities Are Not Wanting.

He Who Reflects On Another Man's Want Of Breeding, Shows He Wants It As Much Himself

For Man Is A Plant, Not Fixed In The Earth, Nor Immovable, But Heavenly, Whose Head, Rising As It Were From A Root Upwards, Is Turned Towards Heaven.

Painting Is Silent Poetry.

Mothers Ought To Bring Up And Nurse Their Own Children; For They Bring Them Up With Greater Affection And With Greater Anxiety, As Loving Them From The Heart, And So To Speak, Every Inch Of Them.