Fashion is only the attempt to realize art in living forms and social intercourse.
The breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air than in the hand.
The voice of the people has about it something divine: for how otherwise can so many heads agree together as one?
If you dissemble sometimes your knowledge of that you are thought to know, you shall be thought, another time, to know that you know not.
Praise is the reflection of virtue.
But we are not dedicating or building any Capitol or Pyramid to human Pride, but found a holy temple in the human Intellect, on the model of the Universe... For whatever is worthy of Existence is worthy of Knowledge-which is the Image (or Echo) of Existence.