Taste Is The Literary Conscience Of The

Words, Like Glass, Obscure When They Do Not Aid Vision.

In The Interchange Of Thought Use No Coin But Gold And Silver.

We Disjoint The Mind Like The Body.

All Disputation Makes The Mind Deaf; And When People Are Deaf, I Am Dumb.

There Are People Who Are Virtuous Only In A Piece-meal Way; Virtue Is A Fabric From Which They Never Make Themselves A Whole Garment.