The Mind Conceives With Pain, But It

The Sound Of The Drum Drives Out Thought; For That Very Reason It Is The Most Military Of Instruments.

Taste Has Never Been Corrupted By Simplicity.

I Resemble The Poplar,--that Tree Which, Even When Old, Still Looks Young.

Reason Is A Bee, And Exists Only On What It Makes; His Usefulness Takes The Place Of Beauty.

Music Has Seven Letters, Writing Has Twenty-six Notes