A Letter Does Not Blush.

The Cultivation Of The Mind Is A Kind Of Food Supplied For The Soul Of Man.

The Swan Is Not Without Cause Dedicated To Apollo, Because Foreseeing His Happiness In Death, He Dies With Singing And Pleasure.

So It May Well Be Believed That When I Found Him Taking A Complete Holiday, With A Vast Supply Of Books At Command, He Had The Air Of Indulging In A Literary Debauch, If The Term May Be Applied To So Honorable An Occupation.

If A Man Aspires To The Highest Place, It Is No Dishonor To Him To Halt At The Second, Or Even At The Third.

Law Stands Mute In The Midst Of Arms.