A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.

All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers; hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.

Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.

The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.

The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.

Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.

A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.