To Be Nameless In Worthy Deeds Exceeds

Art Is The Perfection Of Nature, ... Nature Is The Art Of God.

Circles And Right Lines Limit And Close All Bodies, And The Mortal Right-lined Circle Must Conclude And Shut Up All.

The Man Without A Navel Still Lives In Me.

A Man May Be In As Just Possession Of The Truth As Of A City, And Yet Be Forced To Surrender.

Age Doth Not Rectify, But Incurvate Our Natures, Turning Bad Dispositions Into Worser Habits.