The Breath Of The Mind Is Attention.

Nothing Which Does Not Transport Is Poetry. The Lyre Is A Winged Instrument.

Science Confounds Everything; It Gives To The Flowers An Animal Appetite, And Takes Away From Even The Plants Their Chastity.

Our Worries Always Come From Our Weaknesses.

There Are Those To Whom One Must Advise Madness.

In Temperance There Is Ever Cleanliness And Elegance.