Sunshine Cannot Bleach The Snow, Nor Time

A Painter Told Me That Nobody Could Draw A Tree Without In Some Sort Becoming A Tree.

Life Is Too Short To Waste.

The Wise Man, The True Friend, The Finished Character, We Seek Everywhere, And Only Find In Fragments.

Life Is Not Intellectual Or Critical, But Sturdy. Its Chief Good Is For Well-mixed People Who Can Enjoy What They Find, Without Question.

A Sect Or Party Is An Elegant Incognito Devised To Save A Man From The Vexation Of Thinking.