Every One In His Own House And

Abundance, Even Of Good Things, Prevents Them From Being Valued

Blessed Be He Who Invented Sleep, A Cloak That Covers All A Man's Thoughts.

Tell Me What Company Thou Keepest And I'll Tell Thee What Thou Art.

It Is One Thing To Write As Poet And Another To Write As A Historian: The Poet Can Recount Or Sing About Things Not As They Were, But As They Should Have Been, And The Historian Must Write About Them Not As They Should Have Been, But As They Were, Without Adding Or Subtracting Anything From The Truth.

I Do Not Say A Proverb Is Amiss When Aptly And Reasonably Applied, But To Be Forever Discharging Them, Right Or Wrong, Hit Or Miss, Renders Conversation Insipid And Vulgar.