Taste Is The Literary Conscience Of The

Before You Use A Fancy Word, Make Room For It.

Life Is A Country That The Old Have Seen, And Lived In. Those Who Have To Travel Through It Can Only Learn From Them.

I Resemble The Poplar,--that Tree Which, Even When Old, Still Looks Young.

There Is Always Some Frivolity In Excellent Minds; They Have Wings To Rise, But Also Stray.

The Beautiful Invariably Possesses A Visible And A Hidden Beauty; And It Is Certain That No Style Is So Beautiful As That Which Presents To The Attentive Reader A Half-hidden Meaning.