A Temperate Style Is Alone Classical.

Ideas Never Lack For Words. It Is Words That Lack Ideas.

Words Become Luminous When The Poet's Finger Has Passed Over Them Its Phosphorescence.

Maxims Are To The Intellect What Laws Are To Actions; They Do Not Enlighten, But They Guide And Direct, And, Although Themselves Blind, Are Protective.

Space Is To Place As Eternity Is To Time.

There Is In The Soul A Taste For The Good, Just As There Is In The Body An Appetite For Enjoyment.