He Who Moves Not Forward, Goes Backward.

Since I Have Heard Often Enough That Everyone In The End Has His Own Religion, Nothing Seemed More Natural To Me Than To Fashion My Own.

Taste Is Only To Be Educated By Contemplation, Not Of The Tolerably Good But Of The Truly Excellent.

The Rose Is Wont With Pride To Swell, And Ever Seeks To Rise.

We Don't Get To Know Anything But What We Love.

Very Few People Love Others For What They Are; Rather, They Love What They Lend Them, Their Own Selves, Their Own Idea Of Them.