The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.

The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.

He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.

Rome & Greece swept Art into their maw & destroy'd it; a Warlike State never can produce Art. It will Rob & Plunder & accumulate into one place, & Translate & Copy & Buy & Sell & Criticize, but not Make.

He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant.

Although wine when it is read somewhat lacks the savour of wine when it is drunk, wine remains a very pleasant thing both to read about and to chat about.

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.