Vices Of The Time; Vices Of The

Nothing Doth More Hurt In A State Than That Cunning Men Pass For Wise.

[science Is] The Labor And Handicraft Of The Mind.

It's Always Hopeless To Talk About Painting - One Never Does Anything But Talk Around It.

Men Suppose Their Reason Has Command Over Their Words; Still It Happens That Words In Return Exercise Authority On Reason

Boldness Is A Child Of Ignorance