Sickness Is Mankind's Greatest Defect.

Diogenes, Filthily Attired, Paced Across The Splendid Carpets In Plato's Dwelling. Thus, Said He, Do I Trample On The Pride Of Plato. Yes, Plato Replied, But Only With Another Kind Of Pride.

I Forget The Greater Part Of What I Read, But All The Same It Nourishes My Mind.

Non Cogitant, Ergo Non Sunt.

I Am Always Grieved When A Man Of Real Talent Dies. The World Needs Such Men More Than Heaven Does.

A Good Part Of The Fame Of Most Celebrated Men Is Due To The Shortsightedness Of Their Admirers