Our First And Last Love Is Self-love.

The Legitimate Aim Of Criticism Is To Direct Attention To The Excellent. The Bad Will Dig Its Own Grave, And The Imperfect May Safely Be Left To That Final Neglect From Which No Amount Of Present Undeserved Popularity Can Rescue It.

The Past Is The Sepulchre Of Our Dead Emotions.

The Method Of The Critic Is To Balance Praises With Censure, And Thus To Do Justice To The Subject And--his Own Discrimination.

It Is With Charity As With Money--the More We Stand In Need Of It, The Less We Have To Give Away.

Something Of A Person's Character May Be Observed By How They Smile. Some Never Smile They Only Grin.