Excessive Sorrow Laughs. Excessive Joy Weeps.

The Fox Condemns The Trap, Not Himself.

I Must Create A System, Or Be Enslav'd By Another Man's.

To My Eye Rubens' Colouring Is Most Contemptible. His Shadows Are A Filthy Brown Somewhat The Colour Of Excrement.

The Man Who Never Alters His Opinions Is Like Standing Water, And Breeds Reptiles Of The Mind.

Innocence Dwells With Wisdom, But Never With Ignorance.