When My Friends Lack An Eye, I

Taste Is The Literary Conscience Of The Soul.

There Is Always Some Frivolity In Excellent Minds; They Have Wings To Rise, But Also Stray.

We Are All Of Us More Or Less Echoes, Repeating Involuntarily The Virtues, The Defects, The Movements, And The Characters Of Those Among Whom We Live.

Education Should Be Gentle And Stern, Not Cold And Lax.

Liquid, Flowing Words Are The Choicest And The Best, If Language Is Regarded As Music. But When It Is Considered As A Picture, Then There Are Rough Words Which Are Very Telling, They Make Their Mark.