Greatness And Goodness Are Not Means, But

A Grief Without A Pang, Void, Dark And Drear, A Drowsy, Stifled, Unimpassioned Grief, Which Finds No Natural Outlet Or Relief, In Word, Or Sigh, Or Tear.

Readers May Be Divided Into Four Classes: 1) Sponges, Who Absorb All That They Read And Return It In Nearly The Same State, Only A Little Dirtied. 2) Sand-glasses, Who Retain Nothing And Are Content To Get Through A Book For The Sake Of Getting Through The Time. 3) Strain-bags, Who Retain Merely The Dregs Of What They Read. 4) Mogul Diamonds, Equally Rare And Valuable, Who Profit By What They Read, And Enable Others To Profit By It Also

We Have No Adequate Conception Of The Perfection Of The Ancient Tragic Dance. The Pleasure Which The Greeks Received From It Had For Its Basis Difference; & The More Unfit The Vehicle, The More Lively Was The Curiosity & Intense The Delights At Seeing The Difficulty Overcome.

Iambics March From Short To Long;-- With A Leap And A Bound The Swift Anapaests Throng

To Leave No Interval Between The Sentence And The Fulfillment Of It Doth Beseem God Only, The Immutable!