The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits

Love, Free As Air, At Sight Of Human Ties, Spreads His Light Wings, And In A Moment Flies.

He Who Tells A Lie Is Not Sensible Of How Great A Task He Undertakes; For He Must Be Forced To Invent Twenty More To Maintain That One.

Genius Creates, And Taste Preserves.

Nothing Can Be More Shocking And Horrid Than One Of Our Kitchens Sprinkled With Blood, And Abounding With The Cries Of Expiring Victims Or With The Limbs Of Dead Animals Scattered Or Hung Up Here And There.

A God Without Dominion, Providence, And Final Causes, Is Nothing Else But Fate And Nature.