Wine Rejoices The Heart Of Man And

Those Who Know Nothing Of Foreign Languages Know Nothing Of Their Own.

We Are Pantheists When We Study Nature, Polytheists When We Write Poetry, Monotheists In Our Morality.

It Is The Great Triumph Of Genius To Make The Common Appear Novel.

What Man Does Not Know, Or Has Not Thought Of, Wanders In The Night Through The Labyrinth Of The Mind.

There Is Nothing In Life So Irrational, That Good Sense And Chance May Not Set It To Rights; Nothing So Rational, That Folly And Chance May Not Utterly Confound It.