The French Painter Rousseau Was Once Asked

Abstaining So As Really To Enjoy, Is The Epicurism, The Very Perfection, Of Reason.

Taste Is, So To Speak, The Microscope Of The Judgment.

Let The Trumpet Of The Day Of Judgment Sound When It Will, I Shall Appear With This Book In My Hand Before The Sovereign Judge, And Cry With A Loud Voice, This Is My Work, There Were My Thoughts, And Thus Was I. I Have Freely Told Both The Good And The Bad, Have Hid Nothing Wicked, Added Nothing Good.

The Man Who Meditates Is A Depraved Animal.

The World Is The Book Of Women. Whatever Knowledge They May Possess Is More Commonly Acquired By Observation Than By Reading.