Joys Are Our Wings, Sorrows Our Spurs.

It Is Easier And Handier For Men To Flatter Than To Praise.

The Gymnasium Of Running, Walking On Stilts, Climbing, Etc. Stells And Makes Hardy Single Powers And Muscles, But Dancing, Like A Corporeal Poesy, Embellishes, Exercises, And Equalizes All The Muscles At Once.

Because The Heart Beats Under A Covering Of Hair, Of Fur, Feathers, Or Wings, It Is, For That Reason, To Be Of No Account?

If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue, So Is Virtue Still More The Road To Self-knowledge.

A Variety Of Nothing Is Superior To A Monotony Of Something.