As To People Saying A Few Idle

Tis A Petty Kind Of Fame At Best, That Comes Of Making Violins; And Saves No Masses, Either. Thou Wilt Go To Purgatory None The Less.

It Is Always Chilling, In Friendly Intercourse, To Say You Have No Opinion To Give.

Teach Love, For That Is What You Are.

Nature Has The Deep Cunning Which Hides Itself Under The Appearance Of Openness, So That Simple People Think They Can See Through Her Quite Well, And All The While She Is Secretly Preparing A Refutation Of Their Confident Prophecies.

The Finest Language Is Mostly Made Up Of Simple Unimposing Words.