God Created Man In His Own Image,

Diogenes, Filthily Attired, Paced Across The Splendid Carpets In Plato's Dwelling. Thus, Said He, Do I Trample On The Pride Of Plato. Yes, Plato Replied, But Only With Another Kind Of Pride.

A Book Is A Mirror: If An Ape Looks Into It An Apostle Is Hardly Likely To Look Out.

Some People Come By The Name Of Genius In The Same Way That Certain Insects Come By The Name Of Centipede -- Not Because They Have A Hundred Feet, But Because Most People Can't Count Above 14.

Much Reading Has Brought Upon Us A Learned Barbarism.

In Each Of Us There Is A Little Of All Of Us.