Medicine For The Dead Is Too Late

The Pretended Admission Of A Fault On Our Part Creates An Excellent Impression.

Without Natural Gifts Technical Rules Are Useless.

Give Me The Boy Who Rouses When He Is Praised, Who Profits When He Is Encouraged And Who Cries When He Is Defeated. Such A Boy Will Be Fired By Ambition; He Will Be Stung By Reproach, And Animated By Preference; Never Shall I Apprehend Any Bad Consequences From Idleness In Such A Boy.

That Which Prematurely Arrives At Perfection Soon Perishes.

We Should Not Speak So That It Is Possible For The Audience To Understand Us, But So That It Is Impossible For Them To Misunderstand Us.