That Which Is Impossible To Force, It

When One Is Frank, One's Very Presence Is A Compliment.

There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward; I Must Fight Till I Have Conquered In Myself What Causes War.

In A Poem The Words Should Be As Pleasing To The Ear As The Meaning Is To The Mind.

He Who Gives Quickly Gives Twice / In Nothing So Much As In A Letter.

Blessed The Geniuses Who Know / That Egomania Is Not A Duty.