A Man Who Permits His

Age Has A Good Mind And Sorry Shanks.

Perfumed And Gallant Words Make Our Ears Belch.

Let Us Love Winter, For It Is The Spring Of Genius.

Nothing, It Appears To Me, Is Of Greater Value In A Man Than The Power Of Judgment; And The Man Who Has It May Be Compared To A Chest Filled With Books, For He Is The Son Of Nature And The Father Of Art.

They Merit More Praise Who Know How To Suffer Misery Than Those Who Temper Themselves In Contentment.