Modesty Is Policy, No Less Than Virtue.

Vanity May Be Likened To The Smooth-skinned And Velvet-footed Mouse, Nibbling About Forever In Expectation Of A Crumb; While Self-esteem Is Too Apt To Take The Likeness Of The Huge Butcher's Dog, Who Carries Off Your Steaks, And Growls At You As Be Goes.

There Is No Doubt Such A Thing As Chance, But I See No Reason Why Providence Should Not Make Use Of It.

Vanity Is So Constantly Solicitous Of Self, That Even Where Its Own Claims Are Not Interested, It Indirectly Seeks The Aliment Which It Loves, By Showing How Little Is Deserved By Others.

Genius Is The Very Eye Of Intellect And The Wing Of Thought; It Is Always In Advance Of Its Time, And Is The Pioneer For The Generation Which It Precedes.

The Dread Of Criticism Is The Death Of Genius.