Experience Is The Universal Mother Of Sciences.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.

One Of The Most Considerable Advantages The Great Have Over Their Inferiors Is To Have Servants As Good As Themselves.

There Is No Book So Bad...that It Does Not Have Something Good In It.

Every Man Was Not Born With A Silver Spoon In His Mouth.

I Do Not Believe That The Good Lord Plays Dice.