Why Do We Believe That In All

To Laugh, If But For An Instant Only, Has Never Been Granted To Man Before The Fortieth Day From His Birth, And Then It Is Looked Upon As A Miracle Of Precocity.

As In Our Lives So Also In Our Studies, It Is Most Becoming And Most Wise, So To Temper Gravity With Cheerfulness, That The Former May Not Imbue Our Minds With Melancholy, Nor The Latter Degenerate Into Licentiousness.

Such Is The Audacity Of Man, That He Hath Learned To Counterfeit Nature, Yea, And Is So Bold As To Challenge Her In Her Work.

Among These Things, One Thing Seems Certain - That Nothing Certain Exists And That There Is Nothing More Pitiful Or More Presumptuous Than Man.

Made Up Of The Glories Of The Most Precious Gems, To Describe Them Is A Matter Of Inexpressible Difficulty. For There Is Amongst Them The Gentler Fire Of The Ruby, There Is The Rich Purple Of The Amethyst, There Is The Sea-green Of The Emerald, And All Shining Together In An Indescribable Union. Others, By An Excessive Heightening Of Their Hues Equal All The Colours Of The Painter, Others The Flame Of Burning Brimstone, Or Of A Fire Quickened By Oil.