It Is Natural To Man To Regard

The Public Wishes Itself To Be Managed Like A Woman; One Must Say Nothing To It Except What It Likes To Hear.

This World Could Not Exist If It Were Not So Simple. The Ground Has Been Tilled A Thousand Years, Yet Its Powers Remain Ever The Same; A Little Rain, A Little Sun, And Each Spring It Grows Green Again.

Beauty Is A Primeval Phenomenon, Which Itself Never Makes Its Appearance, But The Reflection Of Which Is Visible In A Thousand Different Utterances Of The Creative Mind, And Is As Various As Nature Herself.

It Would Be A Lowly Art That Allowed Itself To Be Understood All At Once.

Certain Books Seem To Be Written, Not That We Might Learn From Them, But In Order That We Might See How Much The Author Knows.