All The Devils Respect Virtue.

People Say Law But They Mean Wealth.

We Resent All Criticism Which Denies Us Anything That Lies In Our Line Of Advance.

Books Are For Nothing But To Inspire

Shakespeare Carries Us To Such A Lofty Strain Of Intelligent Activity, As To Suggest A Wealth Which Beggars His Own; And We Then Feel That The Splendid Works Which He Has Created, And Which In Other Hours We Extol As A Sort Of Self-existent Poetry, Take No Stronger Hold Of Real Nature Than The Shadow Of A Passing Traveller On The Rock. The Inspiration Which Uttered Itself In Hamlet And Lear Could Utter Things As Good From Day To Day, For Ever.

The Soul Lets No Man Go Without Some Visitations And Holy-days Of A Diviner Presence.