Think It More Satisfactory To Live Richly

What Song The Syrens Sang, Or What Name Achilles Assumed When He Hid Himself Among Women, Though Puzzling Questions, Are Not Beyond All Conjecture.

A Little Water Makes A Sea, A Small Puff Of Wind A Tempest.

I Cannot Tell By What Logic We Call A Toad, A Bear, Or An Elephant Ugly; They Being Created In Those Outward Shapes And Figures Which Best Express The Actions Of Their Inward Forms.

We Term Sleep A Death, And Yet It Is Waking That Kills Us, And Destroys Those Spirits That Are The House Of Life.

Praise Is A Debt We Owe Unto The Virtue Of Others, And Due Unto Our Own From All Whom Malice Hath Not Made Mutes, Or Envy Struck Dumb.