There Still Remains To Mortify A Wit

Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

I Believe It Is No Wrong Observation, That Persons Of Genius, And Those Who Are Most Capable Of Art, Are Always Fond Of Nature, As Such Are Chiefly Sensible, That All Art Consists In The Imitation And Study Of Nature. On The Contrary, People Of The Common Level Of Understanding Are Principally Delighted With The Little Niceties And Fantastical Operations Of Art, And Constantly Think That Finest Which Is Least Natural.

This Long Disease, My Life.

Sickness Is A Sort Of Early Old Age; It Teaches Us A Diffidence In Our Earthly State.

All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye.