Know Thyself? If I Knew Myself I

We Lay Aside Letters Never To Read Them Again, And At Last We Destroy Them Out Discretion, And So Disappears The Most Immediate Breath Of Life, Irrecoverably For Ourselves And For Others.

In The End We Retain From Our Studies Only That Which We Practically Apply.

There Are Three Classes Of Readers; Some Enjoy Without Judgment; Others Judge Without Enjoyment; And Some There Are Who Judge While They Enjoy, And Enjoy While They Judge. The Latter Class Reproduces The Work Of Art On Which It Is Engaged. Its Numbers Are Very Small.

There Is A Politeness Of The Heart; This Is Closely Allied To Love.

Names Are But Noise And Smoke, Obscuring Heavenly Light.