What A Man Has, So Much He

Wit And Humor Do Not Reside In Slow Minds.

Translation From One Language To Another Is Like Viewing A Piece Of Tapestry On The Wrong Side Where Though The Figures Are Distinguishable Yet There Are So Many Ends And Threads That The Beauty And Exactness Of The Work Is Obscured.

The Pen Is The Language Of The Soul; As The Concepts That In It Are Generated, Such Will Be Its Writings.

Truth Will Rise Above Falsehood As Oil Above Water.

Where Envy Reigns Virtue Can't Exist, And Generosity Doesn't Go With Meanness.