Friendship Is A Sheltering Tree.

Words In Prose Ought To Express The Intended Meaning; If They Attract Attention To Themselves, It Is A Fault; In The Very Best Styles You Read Page After Page Without Noticing The Medium. Works Of Imagination Should Be Written In Very Plain Language; The More Purely Imaginative They Are, The More Necessary It Is To Be Plain.

Friendship Is A Sheltering Tree.

No Man Was Ever Yet A Great Poet, Without Being At The Same Time A Profound Philosopher. For Poetry Is The Blossom And The Fragrance Of All Human Knowledge, Human Thoughts, Human Passions, Emotions, Language.

It Is A Flat'ning Thought, That The More We Have Seen, The Less We Have To Say.

The First Class Of Readers May Be Compared To An Hour-glass, Their Reading Being As The Sand; It Runs In And Runs Out, And Leaves Not A Vestige Behind. A Second Class Resembles A Sponge, Which Imbibes Everything, And Returns It In Nearly The Same State, Only A Little Dirtier. A Third Class Is Like A Jelly-bag, Which Allows All That Is Pure To Pass Away, And Retains Only The Refuse And Dregs. The Fourth Class May Be Compared To The Slave Of Golconda, Who, Casting Aside All That Is Worthless, Preserves Only The Pure Gems.