High Thoughts Must Have High Language.

Let Each Man Exercise The Art He Knows.

Wealth--the Most Excellent Of All Gods.

Even If You Persuade Me, You Won’t Persuade Me.

Weak Mortals, Chained To The Earth, Creatures Of Clay As Frail As The Foliage Of The Woods, You Unfortunate Race, Whose Life Is But Darkness, As Unreal As A Shadow, The Illusion Of A Dream.

Children Have A Master To Teach Them, Grown-ups Have The Poets.