One Must Be A Wise

One Must Be A Wise Reader To Quote Wisely And Well.

Nature Is Thought Immersed In Matter. . .

The Fable Runs That The Gods Mix Our Pains And Pleasure In One Cup, And Thus Mingle For Us The Adulterate Immortality Which We Alone Are Permitted Here To Enjoy. Voluptuous Raptures, Could We Prolong These At Pleasure, Would Dissipate And Dissolve Us. A Sip Is The Most That Mortals Are Permitted From Any Goblet Of Delight.

One Cannot Celebrate Books Sufficiently. After Saying His Best, Still Something Better Remains To Be Spoken In Their Praise. As With Friends, One Finds New Beauties At Every Interview, And Would Stay Long In The Presence Of Those Choice Companions. As With Friends, He May Dispense With A Wide Acquaintance. Few And Choice. The Richest Minds Need Not Large Libraries.

Fullness Is Always Quiet; Agitation Will Answer For Empty Vessels Only.