Poetry Is The Breath Of Beauty.

The Drama Is Not A Mere Copy Of Nature, Not A Facsimile. It Is The Free Running Hand Of Genius, Under The Impression Of Its Liveliest Wit Or Most Passionate Impulses, A Thousand Times Adorning Or Feeling All As It Goes; And You Must Read It, As The Healthy Instinct Of Audiences Almost Always Does, If The Critics Will Let Them Alone, With A Grain Of Allowance, And A Tendency To Go Away With As Much Of It For Use As Is Necessary, And The Rest For The Luxury Of Laughter, Pity, Or Poetical Admiration.

For The Qualities Of Sheer Wit And Humor, Swift Had No Superior, Ancient Or Modern.

Great Women Belong To History And To Self-sacrifice, Not To The Annals Of A Stage, However Dignified.

When Goethe Says That In Every Human Condition Foes Lie In Wait For Us, "invincible Only By Cheerfulness And Equanimity," He Does Not Mean That We Can At All Times Be Really Cheerful, Or At A Moment's Notice; But That The Endeavor To Look At The Better Side Of Things Will Produce The Habit, And That This Habit Is The Surest Safeguard Against The Danger Of Sudden Evils.

Large Eyes Were Admired In Greece, Where They Still Prevail. They Are The Finest Of All When They Have The Internal Look, Which Is Not Common. The Stag Or Antelope Eye Of The Orientals Is Beautiful And Lamping, But Is Accused Of Looking Skittish And Indifferent. "the Epithet Of 'stag-eyed,'" Says Lady Wortley Montgu, Speaking Of A Turkish Love-song, "pleases Me Extremely; And I Think It A Very Lively Image Of The Fire And Indifference In His Mistress' Eye.