Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
Stanley Horowitz
Kiss the hand of him who can renounce what he has publicly taught, when convicted of his error and who, with heartfelt joy, embraces the truth, though with the sacrifice of favorite opinions.
Johann Kaspar Lavater
If a woman possesses manly virtues one should run away from her; and if she does not possess them she runs away from herself.