The Function Of Vice Is To Keep

[p]oetry Resembles Metaphysics: One Does Not Mind One's Own, But One Does Not Like Anyone Else's.

It Has Been Said That The Love Of Money Is The Root Of All Evil. The Want Of Money Is So Quite As Truly.

Letters Are Like Wine; If They Are Sound They Ripen With Keeping. A Man Should Lay Down Letters As He Does A Cellar Of Wine.

Life Is Like Playing A Violin Solo In Public And Learning The Instrument As One Goes On.

The Youth Of An Art Is, Like The Youth Of Anything Else, Its Most Interesting Period. When It Has Come To The Knowledge Of Good And Evil It Is Stronger, But We Care Less About It.