Men Must Be Either The Slaves Of

Ideas Never Lack For Words. It Is Words That Lack Ideas. As Soon As The Idea Has Come To Its Last Degree Of Perfection, The Word Blossoms.

Ornaments Were Invented By Modesty.

What Can One Possibly Introduce Into A Mind That Is Already Full, And Full Of Itself?

Music Has Seven Letters, Writing Has Twenty-six Notes

A Work Is Perfectly Finished Only When Nothing Can Be Added To It And Nothing Taken Away.