He Who Considers Too Much Will Perform

A Noble Soul Spreads Even Over A Face In Which The Architectonic Beauty Is Wanting An Irresistible Grace, And A Often Even Triumphs Over The Natural Disfavor.

Measure Not By The Scale Of Perfection The Meager Product Of Reality.

An Honest Man You May Form Of Windle-straws, But To Make A Rogue You Must Have Grist.

It Is Through Beauty That We Arrive At Freedom.

It Is Play And Only Play That Makes Man Complete.