The Soul In Sleep Gives

For Even If The Allotted Space Of Life Be Short, It Is Long Enough In Which To Live Honorably And Well.

I Am Of Opinion That There Is Nothing So Beautiful But That There Is Something Still More Beautiful, Of Which This Is The Mere Image And Expression,--a Something Which Can Neither Be Perceived By The Eyes, The Ears, Nor Any Of The Senses; We Comprehend It Merely In The Imagination.

Fire And Water Are Not Of More Universal Use Than Friendship.

The Face Is A Picture Of The Mind With The Eyes As Its Interpreter.

There Is A Certain Virtue In Every Good Man, Which Night And Day Stirs Up The Mind With The Stimulus Of Glory, And Reminds It That All Mention Of Our Name Will Not Cease At The Same Time With Our Lives, But That Our Fame Will Endure To All Posterity.