A Dull Head Thinks Of

With A Tale, Forsooth, He Cometh Unto You; With A Tale Which Holdeth Children From Play, And Old Men From The Chimney Corner.

There Is Nothing Evil But What Is Within Us; The Rest Is Either Natural Or Accidental.

They Are Never Alone That Are Accompanied With Noble Thoughts.

And Thou My Minde Aspire To Higher Things; Grow Rich In That Which Never Taketh Rust.

Sweet Food Of Sweetly Uttered Knowledge.