It Is A Rare Life That Remains

Man In Sooth Is A Marvellous, Vain, Fickle, And Unstable Subject.

Whatever The Benefits Of Fortune Are , They Yet Require A Palate Fit To Relish And Taste Them; 'tis Fruition, And Not Possession, That Renders Us Happy.

I Do Not Teach. I Relate.

It Is Not Reasonable That Art Should Win The Place Of Honor Over Our Great And Powerful Mother Nature. We Have So Overloaded The Beauty And Richness Of Her Works By Our Inventions That We Have Quite Smothered Her.

Friendship Is The Highest Degree Of Perfection In Society.