Style Is Only The Frame To Hold

Tis The Old Secret Of The Gods That They Come In Low Disguises.

A Nation, Like A Tree, Does Not Thrive Well Till It Is Engraffed With A Foreign Stock.

As Soon As A Child Has Left The Room His Strewn Toys Become Affecting.

A Scholar Is A Candle Which The Love And Desire Of All Men Will Light.

In Different Hours, A Man Represents Each Of Several Of His Ancestors, As If There Were Seven Or Eight Of Us Rolled Up In Each Man's Skin, - Seven Or Eight Ancestors At Least, And They Constitute The Variety Of Notes For That New Piece Of Music Which His Life Is.