The Ceaseless Labour Of Your

Ignorance Is The Softest Pillow On Which A Man Can Rest His Head.

A Wise Man Sees As Much As He Ought, Not As Much As He Can.

It Is Easier To Write An Indifferent Poem Than To Understand A Good One.

He Who Falls Obstinate In His Courage, If He Falls He Fights From His Knees.

Amongst All Other Vices There Is None I Hate More Than Cruelty, Both By Nature And Judgment, As The Extremest Of All Vices.