The Habits Of Life Form The Soul,

The Mind, Too, Has Its Regimen. It Needs Gymnastics, Just Like The Body Does.

Incurable Wounds Are Those Inflicted By Tongue And Eye, By Mockery And Disdain.

The Events Of Human Life, Whether Public Or Private, Are So Intimately Linked To Architecture That Most Observers Can Reconstruct Nations Or Individuals In All The Truth Of Their Habits From The Remains Of Their Monuments Or From Their Domestic Relics.

Virtue Is Always Too Much Of A Piece And Too Ignorant Of Those Shades Of Feeling And Of Temperament That Enable Us To Squint When We Are Placed In A False Position.

Equality May Be A Right, But No Power On Earth Can Convert It Into Fact.