We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.

And There Is Quite A Different Sort Of Conversation Around A Fire Than There Is In The Shadow Of A Beech Tree.... Four Dry Logs Have In Them All The Circumstance Necessary To A Conversation Of Four Or Five Hours, With Chestnuts On The Plate And A Jug Of Wine Between The Legs. Yes, Let Us Love Winter, For It Is The Spring Of Genius.

Nothing, It Appears To Me, Is Of Greater Value In A Man Than The Power Of Judgment; And The Man Who Has It May Be Compared To A Chest Filled With Books, For He Is The Son Of Nature And The Father Of Art.

The Best Thing For A Man To Do Is To Be Born And, Being Born, To Die At Once.

Flattery And Deceit Are The Darlings Of Great Men, And So With These Men Spread The Butter On Thick, If You Want To Get Something Out Of Them, Otherwise You'll Come Home To Me With A Full Belly And An Empty Purse.

Learning Is The Property Of Those Who Fear To Do Disagreeable Things.