Whatever You Do, Do With All Your

Softly! Softly! I Want None But The Judges To Hear Me. The Jews Have Already Gotten Me Into A Fine Mess, As They Have Many Other Gentleman. I Have No Desire To Furnish Further Grist For Their Mills.

The Science Of Love Is The Philosophy Of The Heart

In Anger Nothing Right Nor Judicious Can Be Done.

Can You Also, Lucullus, Affirm That There Is Any Power United With Wisdom And Prudence Which Has Made, Or, To Use Your Own Expression, Manufactured Man? What Sort Of A Manufacture Is That? Where Is It Exercised? When? Why? How?

True Glory Strikes Root, And Even Extends Itself; All False Pretensions Fall As Do Flowers, Nor Can Any Feigned Thing Be Lasting.