We Must Form Our Minds By Reading

The Soul Languishing In Obscurity Contracts A Kind Of Rust, Or Abandons Itself To The Chimera Of Presumption; For It Is Natural For It To Acquire Something, Even When Separated From Any One.

The Perfection Of Art Is To Conceal Art.

When We Cannot Hope To Win, It Is An Advantage To Yield.

One Thing, However, I Must Premise, That Without The Assistance Of Natural Capacity, Rules And Precepts Are Of No Efficacy.

Where Evil Habits Are Once Settled, They Are More Easily Broken Than Mended.