The More Sparingly We Make Use Of

The Curiosity Of An Honorable Mind Willingly Rests There, Where The Love Of Truth Does Not Urge It Farther Onward, And The Love Of Its Neighbor Bids It Stop; In Other Words, It Willingly Stops At The Point Where The Interests Of Truth Do Not Beckon It Onward, And Charity Cries, Halt!

Humor Is Consistent With Pathos, Whilst Wit Is Not.

Ignorance Seldom Vaults Into Knowledge.

Her Lips Were Red, Her Looks Were Free, Her Locks Were Yellow As Gold: Her Skin Was White As Leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-death Was She, Who Thicks Man's Blood With Cold.

To Believe And To Understand Are Not Diverse Things, But The Same Things In Different Periods Of Growth.