Justice Is The Right Of The Weakest.

One Day, A Daughter Of Aristotle, Pythias By Name, Was Asked What Color Pleased Her Most. She Replied, "the Color With Which Modesty Suffuses The Face Of Simple, Inoffensive Men.

To Be An Agreeable Guest One Need Only Enjoy Oneself.

Thus, If The Clarity Of Our Thoughts Comes Through Better In A Play Of Words, Then The Wordplay Is Good. One Must Know How To Enter The Ideas Of Others And How To Leave Them.

We Find Little In A Book But What We Put There. But In Great Books, The Mind Finds Room To Put Many Things.

There Is Always Some Frivolity In Excellent Minds; They Have Wings To Rise, But Also Stray.