Every One, Even The Richest And Most

There Is Much Virtue In A Window. It Is To A Human Being As A Frame Is To A Painting, As A Proscenium To A Play, As 'form' To Literature. It Strongly Defines Its Content.

People Are Either Born Hosts Or Born Guests.

The Socratic Manner Is Not A Game At Which Two Can Play.

It Is Easier To Confess A Defect Than To Claim A Quality.

Beauty And The Lust For Learning Have Yet To Be Allied.