For Your Ignorance Is The Mother Of

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth.

Fame Then Was Cheap, And The First Comer Sped; And They Have Kept It Since By Being Dead.

Fiction Is Of The Essence Of Poetry As Well As Of Painting; There Is A Resemblance In One Of Human Bodies, Things, And Actions Which Are Not Real, And In The Other Of A True Story By Fiction.

Nothing To Build, And All Things To Destroy.

Learn To Write Well, Or Not To Write At All.