Virtue, Though She Gets Her Beginning From

Medicine For The Dead Is Too Late

Without Natural Gifts Technical Rules Are Useless.

The Soul Languishing In Obscurity Contracts A Kind Of Rust, Or Abandons Itself To The Chimera Of Presumption; For It Is Natural For It To Acquire Something, Even When Separated From Any One.

Nothing Can Be Pleasing Which Is Not Also Becoming.

Those Who Wish To Appear Wise Among Fools, Among The Wise Seem Foolish.