Platonic Love Is Platonic Nonsense.

Love Will Draw An Elephant Through A Key-hole.

Of What Violences, Murders, Depredations, Have Not The Epic Poets, From All Antiquity, Been The Occasion, By Propagating False Honor, False Glory, And False Religion?

For The Human Mind Is Seldom At Stay: If You Do Not Grow Better, You Will Most Undoubtedly Grow Worse.

An Acquaintance With The Muses, In The Education Of Youth, Contributes Not A Little To Soften Manners. It Gives A Delicate Turn To The Imagination And A Polish To The Mind.

Superstitious Notions Propagated In Infancy Are Hardly Ever Totally Eradicate, Not Even In Minds Grown Strong Enough To Despise The Like Credulous Folly In Others.