Luckily, I Never Feel At One Time

The Ordinary True, Or Purely Real, Cannot Be The Object Of The Arts. Illusion On A Ground Of Truth,--that Is The Secret Of The Fine Arts.

Ornaments Were Invented By Modesty.

The Art Of Saying Well What One Thinks Is Different From The Faculty Of Thinking. The Latter May Be Very Deep And Lofty And Far- Reaching, While The Former Is Altogether Wanting.

We Must Respect The Past, And Mistrust The Present, If We Wish To Provide For The Safety Of The Future.

He Who Has Not The Weakness Of Friendship Has Not The Strength.