A Simple Life Is Its Own Reward.

To Know What People Really Think, Pay Regard To What They Do, Rather Than What They Say.

There Is No Greater Stupidity Or Meanness Than To Take Uniformity For An Ideal, As If It Were Not A Benefit And A Joy To A Man, Being What He Is, To Know That Many Are, Have Been, And Will Be Better Than He.

Beauty Is A Pledge Of The Possible Conformity Between The Soul And Nature, And Consequently A Ground Of Faith In The Supremacy Of The Good.

An Ideal Cannot Wait For Its Realization To Prove Its Validity.

Beautiful Things, When Taste Is Formed, Are Obviously And Unaccountably Beautiful.