Silence Is The Sleep That Nourishes Wisdom.

Revenge Is A Kind Of Wild Justice, Which The More A Man's Nature Runs To, The More Ought Law To Weed It Out.

States, As Great Engines, Move Slowly.

Books Must Follow Sciences, And Not Sciences Books.

He That Hath Knowledge Spareth His Words.

Some Artists Leave Remarkable Things Which, A 100 Years Later, Don't Work At All. I Have Left My Mark; My Work Is Hung In Museums, But Maybe One Day The Tate Gallery Or The Other Museums Will Banish Me To The Cellar... You Never Know.