Logic Is To Grammar What The Sense

Words Are Like Eyeglasses They Blur Everything That They Do Not Make Clear.

Chance Generally Favors The Prudent.

The Ordinary True, Or Purely Real, Cannot Be The Object Of The Arts. Illusion On A Ground Of Truth,--that Is The Secret Of The Fine Arts.

When We Love, It Is The Heart That Judges.

Our Ideals, Like Pictures, Are Made From Lights And Shadows.