If I Sit And Daydream, The Images

The Root Of All Superstition Is That Men Observe When A Thing Hits, But Not When It Misses.

I'm Just Trying To Make Images As Accurately As Possible Off My Nervous System As I Can.

Without Friends The World Is But A Wilderness.

We See Then How Far The Monuments Of Wit And Learning Are More Durable Than The Monuments Of Power, Or Of The Hands. For Have Not The Verses Of Homer Continued Twenty-five Hundred Years Or More, Without The Loss Of A Syllable Or Letter; During Which Time Infinite Palaces, Temples, Castles, Cities Have Been Decayed And Demolished?

Pictures And Shapes Are But Secondary Objects And Please Or Displease Only In The Memory.