A Lover Is A Man Who Tries

The Majority Of The Books Of Our Time Give One The Impression Of Having Been Manufactured In A Day Out Of Books Read The Day Before.

Whatever Evil A Man May Think Of Women, There Is No Woman But Thinks More.

There Some Trifles Well Habited, As There Are Some Fools Well Clothed.

Tragedy Has The Great Moral Defect Of Giving Too Much Importance To Life And Death.

Spero Speroni Explains Admirably How An Author Who Writes Very Clearly For Himself Is Often Obscure To His Readers. "it Is," He Says, "because The Author Proceeds From The Thought To The Expression, And The Reader From The Expression To The Thought.