When We Love, It Is The Heart

Taste Is The Literary Conscience Of The Soul.

The Dregs May Stir Themselves As They Please; They Fall Back To The Bottom By Their Own Coarseness.

Virtue By Calculation Is The Virtue Of Vice.

When You Go In Search Of Honey You Must Expect To Be Stung By Bees.

Eyes Raised Toward Heaven Are Always Beautiful, Whatever They Be.