National Literature Begins With Fables And Ends

Criticism Even Should Not Be Without Its Charms. When Quite Devoid Of All Amenities, It Is No Longer Literary.

The Dregs May Stir Themselves As They Please; They Fall Back To The Bottom By Their Own Coarseness.

Our Life Is Woven Wind.

He Who Has Imagination Without Learning Has Wings But No Feet. [fr., Celui Qui A De L'imagination Sans Erudition A Des Ailes, Et N'a Pas De Pieds.]

Strength Is Natural, But Grace Is The Growth Of Habit. This Charming Quality Requires Practice If It Is To Become Lasting.