We Learn To Curb Our Will And

The Diffusion Of Taste Is Not The Same Thing As The Improvement Of Taste.

Whatever Is Placed Beyond The Reach Of Sense And Knowledge, Whatever Is Imperfectly Discerned, The Fancy Pieces Out At Its Leisure; And All But The Present Moment, But The Present Spot, Passion Claims For Its Own, And Brooding Over It With Wings Outspread, Stamps It With An Image Of Itself. Passion Is Lord Of Infinite Space, And Distant Objects Please Because They Border On Its Confines And Are Moulded By Its Touch.

There Are Many Who Talk On From Ignorance Rather Than From Knowledge, And Who Find The Former An Inexhaustible Fund Of Conversation.

The Most Fluent Talkers Or Most Plausible Reasoners Are Not Always The Justest Thinkers.

The Art Of Pleasing Consists In Being Pleased.