A Good Dog Deserves A Good Bone.

I Know No Disease Of The Soul But Ignorance, A Pernicious Evil, The Darkener Of Man's Life, The Disturber Of His Reason, And Common Confounder Of Truth.

Whosoever Loves Not Picture Is Injurious To Truth, And All The Wisdom Of Poetry. Picture Is The Invention Of Heaven, The Most Ancient And Most Akin To Nature. It Is Itself A Silent Work, And Always One And The Same Habit.

Custom Is The Most Certain Mistress Of Language, As The Public Stamp Makes The Current Money.

The Burnt Child Dreads The Fire.

Tell Troth And Shame The Devil.