Learning Is The Property Of Those Who

Nothing, It Appears To Me, Is Of Greater Value In A Man Than The Power Of Judgment; And The Man Who Has It May Be Compared To A Chest Filled With Books, For He Is The Son Of Nature And The Father Of Art.

Poetry Is A Whim Of Nature In Her Lighter Moods; It Requires Nothing But Its Own Madness And, Lacking That, It Becomes A Soundless Cymbal, A Belfry Without A Bell.

I Am, Indeed, A King, Because I Know How To Rule Myself.

Why Should The Eyes Be Denied What Delights Them Most?

Nature Without Exercise Is A Seed Shut Up In A Pod, And Art Without Practice Is Nothing.