Harmony Exists No Less In Difference Than

Let Every Woman, Who Has Once Begun To Think, Examine Herself

I Am Suffocated And Lost When I Have Not The Bright Feeling Of Progression.

To One Who Has Enjoyed The Full Life Of Any Scene, Of Any Hour, What Thoughts Can Be Recorded About It Seem Like The Commas And Semicolons In The Paragraph-mere Stops.

While Any One Is Base, None Can Be Entirely Free And Noble.

The Critic Is Beneath The Maker, But Is His Needed Friend. The Critic Is Not A Base Caviler, But The Younger Brother Of Genius. Next To Invention Is The Power Of Interpreting Invention; Next To Beauty The Power Of Appreciating Beauty. And Of Making Others Appreciate It.