It Is The Province Of Knowledge To

There Is No Friend Like An Old Friend Who Has Shared Our Morning Days, No Greeting Like His Welcome, No Homage Like His Praise.

No Families Take So Little Medicine As Those Of Doctors, Except Those Of Apothecaries.

The Amen Of Nature Is Always A Flower.

Memory Is A Net: One That Finds It Full Of Fish When He Takes It From The Brook, But A Dozen Miles Of Water Have Run Through It Without Sticking.

The Mind Of A Bigot To The Pupil Of The Eye; The More Light You Pour On It, The More It Contracts.