A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

I Always Take Blushing Either For A Sign Of Guilt, Or Of Ill Breeding.

Music Has Charms To Soothe A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak. I've Read That Things Inanimate Have Moved, And, As With Living Souls, Have Been Inform'd, By Magic Numbers And Persuasive Sound.

He Who Closes His Ears To The Views Of Others Shows Little Confidence In The Integrity Of His Own Views.

I Came Up Stairs Into The World, For I Was Born In A Cellar.

Whoever Is King, Is Also The Father Of His Country.