When the Prince of Piedmont [later Charles Emmanuel IV, King of Sardinia] was seven years old, his preceptor instructing him in mythology told him all the vices were enclosed in Pandora's box. "What! all!" said the Prince. "Yes, all." "No," said the Prince; "curiosity must have been without.

Every drop of ink in my pen ran cold.

Cunning is neither the consequence of sense, nor does it give sense. A proof that it is not sense, is that cunning people never imagine that others can see through them. It is the consequence of weakness.

I have known men of valor cowards to their wives.

When people will not weed their own minds, they are apt to be overrun by nettles.

Letters to absence can a voice impart, And lend a tongue when distance gags the heart.

Art is the filigrain of a little mind, and is twisted and involved and curled, but would reach farther if laid out in a straight line.