...the Poet, He Nothing Affirmeth, And Therefore

I Willingly Confess That It Likes Me Better When I Find Virtue In A Fair Lodging Than When I Am Bound To Seek It In An Ill-favored Creature.

How Violently Do Rumors Blow The Sails Of Popular Judgments! How Few There Be That Can Discern Between Truth And Truth-likeness, Between Shows And Substance!

Provision Is The Foundation Of Hospitality, And Thrift The Fuel Of Magnificence.

What Is Mine, Even To My Life, Is Hers I Love; But The Secret Of My Friend Is Not Mine!

Remember Always, That Man Is A Creature Whose Reason Is Often Darkened With Error.