Justice Is The Right Of The Weakest.

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

We Disjoint The Mind Like The Body.

Words Become Luminous When The Poet's Finger Has Passed Over Them Its Phosphorescence.

There Is Always Some Frivolity In Excellent Minds; They Have Wings To Rise, But Also Stray.

Strength Is Natural, But Grace Is The Growth Of Habit. This Charming Quality Requires Practice If It Is To Become Lasting.