Wholesome Solitude, The Nurse Of Sense!

Talk What You Will Of Taste, My Friend, You'll Find Two Of A Face As Soon As Of A Mind.

Words Are Like Leaves; And Where They Most Abound, Much Fruit Of Sense Beneath Is Rarely Found.

Education Forms The Common Mind.

Curse On All Laws But Those Which Love Has Made.

One Science Only Will One Genius Fit; So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.