We Disjoint The Mind Like The Body.

Genius Begins Great Works; Labor Alone Finishes Them.

Professional Critics Are Incapable Of Distinguishing And Appreciating Either Diamonds In The Rough Or Gold In Bars. They Are Traders, And In Literature Know Only The Coins That Are Current. Their Critical Lab Has Scales And Weights, But Neither Crucible Or Touchstone.

Fate And Necessity Are Unconquerable.

One Man Finds In Religion His Literature And His Science, Another Finds In It His Joy And His Duty.

How Many People Become Abstract As A Way Of Appearing Profound.