Cunning Is The Art Of

All Is Without Form And Void. Someone Said Of His Landscapes That They Were Pictures Of Nothing And Very Like.

Even In The Common Affairs Of Life, In Love, Friendship, And Marriage, How Little Security Have We When We Trust Our Happiness In The Hands Of Others!

Taste Is Nothing But An Enlarged Capacity For Receiving Pleasure From Works Of Imagination.

The Greatest Offence Against Virtue Is To Speak Ill Of It.

We Learn To Curb Our Will And Keep Our Overt Actions Within The Bounds Of Humanity, Long Before We Can Subdue Our Sentiments And Imaginations To The Same Mild Tone.