I Am Going To Seek A Great

How Comes It That You Curse, Frere Jean? It's Only, Said The Monk, In Order To Embellish My Language. They Are The Colors Of Ciceronian Rhetoric.

What Harm In Learning And Getting Knowledge Even From A Sot, A Pot, A Fool, A Mitten, Or A Slipper. [fr., Que Nuist Savoir Tousjours Et Tousjours Apprendre, Fust Ce D'un Sot, D'une Pot, D'une Que--doufle D'un Mouffe, D'un Pantoufle.]

Of A Young Hermit, An Old Devil. [fr., De Jeune Hermite, Vieil Diable.]

Do You Know What Agelisas Said, When He Was Asked Why The Great City Of Lacedomonie Was Not Girded With Walls? Because, Pointing Out The Inhabitants And Citizens Of The City, So Expert In Military Discipline And So Strong And Well Armed: "here," He Said, "are The Walls Of The City," Meaning That There Is No Wall But Of Bones, And That Towns And Cities Can Have No More Secure Nor Stronger Wall Than The Virtue Of Their Citizens And Inhabitants.

Nature Made The Day For Exercise, Work And Seeing To One's Business; And ... It Provides Us With A Candle, Which Is To Say The Bright And Joyous Light Of The Sun.