When We Love, It Is The Heart

Who Ever Has No Fixed Opinions Has No Constant Feelings.

Criticism Even Should Not Be Without Its Charms. When Quite Devoid Of All Amenities, It Is No Longer Literary.

Xenophon Wrote With A Swan's Quill, Plato With A Pen Of Gold, And Thucydides With A Brazen Stylus.

Genius Begins Beautiful Works, But Only Labor Finishes Them.

Which Is More Misshapen,--religion Without Virtue, Or Virtue Without Religion?