The Rose Is Wont With Pride To

After Fifteen Minutes Nobody Looks At A Rainbow.

They Teach In Academies Far Too Many Things, And Far Too Much That Is Useless.

How Many Kings Are Governed By Their Ministers, How Many Ministers By Their Secretaries? Who, In Such Cases, Is Really The Chief?

Perfection Is The Measure Of Heaven, And The Wish To Be Perfect The Measure Of Man.

We Are Accustomed To See Men Deride What They Do Not Understand, And Snarl At The Good And Beautiful Because It Lies Beyond Their Sympathies