Order Is To Arrangement What The Soul

I Do Not Call Reason That Brutal Reason Which Crushes With Its Weight What Is Holy And Sacred, That Malignant Reason Which Delights In The Errors It Succeeds In Discovering, That Unfeeling And Scornful Reason Which Insults Credulity.

In Bringing Up A Child, Think Of Its Old Age.

There Are Some Heads Which Have No Windows, And The Day Can Never Strike From Above; Nothing Enters From Heavenard.

Logic Works, Metaphysics Contemplates.

Proverbs May Be Said To Be The Abridgment Of Wisdom.