They, Who Know No Evil, Will Suspect

Whom The Disease Of Talking Still Once Posses-seth, He Can Never Hold His Peace.

I Perceive Affection Makes A Fool Of Any Man Too Much The Father.

Heaven Prepares Good Men With Crosses; But No Ill Can Happen To A Good Man.

It Is As Great A Spite To Be Praised In The Wrong Place, And By A Wrong Person, As Can Be Done To A Noble Nature.

Whosoever Loves Not Picture Is Injurious To Truth, And All The Wisdom Of Poetry. Picture Is The Invention Of Heaven, The Most Ancient And Most Akin To Nature. It Is Itself A Silent Work, And Always One And The Same Habit.