No Fine Work Can Be Done Without

There Is Much Virtue In A Window. It Is To A Human Being As A Frame Is To A Painting, As A Proscenium To A Play, As 'form' To Literature. It Strongly Defines Its Content.

People Are Either Born Hosts Or Born Guests.

The Critic Who Justly Admires All Kinds Of Things Simultaneously Cannot Love Any One Of Them.

For People Who Like That Kind Of Thing, This Is The Kind Of Thing They Like.

Every Kind Of Writing Is Hypocritical.