The Fox Condemns The Trap, Not Himself.

All Wholesome Food Is Caught Without A Net Or Trap.

Every Harlot Was A Virgin Once.

He Who Would Do Good To Another Must Do It In Minute Particulars: General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocrite, And Flatterer, For Art And Science Cannot Exist But In Minutely Organized Particulars.

Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine, A Clothing For The Soul Divine. Under Every Grief And Pine Runs A Joy With Silken Twine.

He Who Pretends To Be Either Painter Or Engraver Without Being A Master Of Drawing Is An Imposter.