Music Has Seven Letters, Writing Has Twenty-six

Music Has Seven Letters, Writing Has Twenty-six Notes

Ornaments Were Invented By Modesty.

The Ordinary True, Or Purely Real, Cannot Be The Object Of The Arts. Illusion On A Ground Of Truth,--that Is The Secret Of The Fine Arts.

We Are All Of Us More Or Less Echoes, Repeating Involuntarily The Virtues, The Defects, The Movements, And The Characters Of Those Among Whom We Live.

Pleasures Are Always Children, Pains Always Have Wrinkles.