The Perfection Of Art Is To Conceal

While We Are Examining Into Everything We Sometimes Find Truth Where We Least Expected It.

Let Us Never Adopt The Maxim, Rather Lose Our Friend Than Our Jest.

That Which Offends The Ear Will Not Easily Gain Admission To The Mind.

The Soul Languishing In Obscurity Contracts A Kind Of Rust, Or Abandons Itself To The Chimera Of Presumption; For It Is Natural For It To Acquire Something, Even When Separated From Any One.

One Thing, However, I Must Premise, That Without The Assistance Of Natural Capacity, Rules And Precepts Are Of No Efficacy.