Malice Is Poisoned By Her Own Venom.

The Public Seldom Forgive Twice.

The Enemy Of Art Is The Enemy Of Nature; Art Is Nothing But The Highest Sagacity And Exertion Of Human Nature; And What Nature Will He Honour Who Honours Not The Human?

All Finery Is A Sign Of Littleness.

A Great Passion Has No Partner.

He Who Seeks To Imbitter Innocent Pleasure Has A Cancer In His Heart.