Beauty Vanishes; Virtue Is Lasting.

With Knowledge Grows Doubt.

I Respect The Man Who Knows Distinctly What He Wants.

New Inventions Can And Will Be Made; However, Nothing New Can Be Thought Of That Concerns Moral Man. Everything Has Already Been Thought And Said Which At Best We Can Express In Different Forms And Give New Expressions To.

How Many Kings Are Governed By Their Ministers, How Many Ministers By Their Secretaries? Who, In Such Cases, Is Really The Chief?

Superstition Is The Poesy Of Practical Life; Hence, A Poet Is None The Worse For Being Superstitious.