Well I've Had A Happy Life.

A Knave Thinks Himself A Fool, All The Time He Is Not Making A Fool Of Some Other Person.

Art Is The Microscope Of The Mind, Which Sharpens The Wit As The Other Does The Sight; And Converts Every Object Into A Little Universe In Itself. Art May Be Said To Draw Aside The Veil From Nature. To Those Who Are Perfectly Unskilled In The Practice, Unimbued With The Principles Of Art, Most Objects Present Only A Confused Mass.

The Truth Is, We Pamper Little Griefs Into Great Ones, And Bear Great Ones As Well As We Can.

A Man Who Is Determined Never To Move Out Of The Beaten Road Cannot Lose His Way.

While We Desire, We Do Not Enjoy; And With Enjoyment Desire Ceases.