The Same Battle In The Clouds Will

Nature Is Like A Beautiful Woman That May Be As Delightfully And As Truly Known At A Certain Distance As Upon A Closer View; As To Knowing Her Through And Through; That Is Nonsense In Both Cases, And Might Not Reward Our Pains.

Beautiful Things, When Taste Is Formed, Are Obviously And Unaccountably Beautiful.

The Existence Of Any Evil Anywhere At Any Time Absolutely Ruins A Total Optimism.

Eloquence Is A Republican Art, As Conversation Is An Aristocratic One.

Memory... Is An Internal Rumor.