The simple joy of taking an idea into one's own hands and giving it proper form, that's exciting.George Nelson
- Natura il fece, e poi roppe la stampa.
- Translation: Nature made him, and then broke the mould.
- X, 84
- For rarely man escapes his destiny.
- XVIII, 58
- But that he wrought so high the specious tale,
As manifested plainly 'twas a lie.
- XVIII, 84
- Who seems most hideous when adorned the most.
- XX, 116
- Man proposes, and God disposes.
- XLVI, 35