A Hair In The Head Is Worth

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

Malice Often Takes The Garb Of Truth.

Without The Aid Of Prejudice And Custom, I Should Not Be Able To Find My Way Across The Room.

Envy Is A Littleness Of Soul, Which Cannot See Beyond A Certain Point, And If It Does Not Occupy The Whole Space Feels Itself Excluded.

It Is Essential To The Triumph Of Reform That It Should Never Succeed.