Painting is silent poetry. - Plutarch

When one told Plistarchus that a notorious railer spoke well of him, "I 'll lay my life," said he, "somebody hath told him I am dead, for he can speak well of no man living."

They insist upon the shaving of the moustache, I think, in order that they may accustom the young men to obedience in the most trifling matters.

A man must have a less than ordinary share of sense that would furnish such plain and common rooms with silver-footed couches and purple coverlets and gold and silver plate.