Man Is Made Of Ordinary Things, And

Toil Of Science Swells The Wealth Of Art.

It Is Often Wise To Reveal That Which Cannot Be Concealed For Long.

Rarely Do We Arrive At The Summit Of Truth Without Running Into Extremes; We Have Frequently To Exhaust The Part Of Error, And Even Of Folly, Before We Work Our Way Up To The Noble Goal Of Tranquil Wisdom.

The Jest Loses Its Point When He Who Makes It Is The First To Laugh.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature. The Latter Has Only Given Us Being, The Former Has Made Us Men.