Great Men Too Often Have Greater Faults

The Sublime Is Contained In A Grain Of Dust.

Absurdities Are Great Or Small In Proportion To Custom Or Insuetude.

The Sweetest Souls, Like The Sweetest Flowers, Soon Canker In Cities, And No Purity Is Rarer There Than The Purity Of Delight.

I Hate False Words, And Seek With Care, Difficulty, And Moroseness, Those That Fit The Thing.

Children Are What The Mothers Are.