Honesty Dies In Selling Itself.

The Capacity For Passion Is Both Cruel And Divine.

I Have No Enthusiasm For Nature Which The Slightest Chill Will Not Instantly Destroy.

Nature Distributes Her Favors Unequally.

The Brain Is A Tool That Gets Rusty Without Constant, Albeit Moderate, Exercise.

Simplicity Is The Essence Of The Great, The True, The Beautiful In Art.