Men Become Accustomed To Poison By Degrees.

Concision In Style, Precision In Thought, Decision In Life.

No One Knows Like A Woman How To Say Things Which Are At Once Gentle And Deep.

Man Does Not Understand Nor Accept Immortality Except On Condition Of Self-remembrance.

There Are No Weeds, And No Worthless Men. There Are Only Bad Farmers.

For The Rest, He Was The Same To All Men, The Fashionable World And The Ordinary People. He Judged Nothing In Haste, Or Without Taking Account Of The Cirumstances. He Said, 'let Me See How The Fault Arose.