Our Civilization Depends Largely On Paper.

An Object In Possession Seldom Retains The Same Charm That It Had In Pursuit.

Most Men Are Afraid Of A Bad Name, But Few Fear Their Consciences.

As For The Garden Of Mint, The Very Smell Of It Alone Recovers And Refreshes Our Spirits, As The Taste Stirs Up Our Appetite For Meat.

Nothing Which We Can Imagine About Nature Is Incredible.

Contact With [menstrual Blood] Turns New Wine Sour, Crops Touched By It Become Barren, Grafts Die, Seed In Gardens Are Dried Up, The Fruit Of Trees Fall Off, The Edge Of Steel And The Gleam Of Ivory Are Dulled, Hives Of Bees Die, Even Bronze And Iron Are At Once Seized By Rust, And A Horrible Smell Fills The Air; To Taste It Drives Dogs Mad And Infects Their Bites With An Incurable Poison.