Justice Is The Right Of The Weakest.

When We Love, It Is The Heart That Judges.

Some Superior Minds Are Unrecognized Because There Is No Standard By Which To Weigh Them.

Reason Is A Bee, And Exists Only On What It Makes; His Usefulness Takes The Place Of Beauty.

The Beautiful Invariably Possesses A Visible And A Hidden Beauty; And It Is Certain That No Style Is So Beautiful As That Which Presents To The Attentive Reader A Half-hidden Meaning.

To Be An Agreeable Guest One Need Only Enjoy Oneself.