The Breath Of The Mind Is Attention.

Fear Loves The Idea Of Danger.

Slander Is The Solace Of Malignity.

Professional Critics Are Incapable Of Distinguishing And Appreciating Either Diamonds In The Rough Or Gold In Bars. They Are Traders, And In Literature Know Only The Coins That Are Current. Their Critical Lab Has Scales And Weights, But Neither Crucible Or Touchstone.

All Are Born To Observe Order, But Few Are Born To Establish It.

There Are Some Heads Which Have No Windows, And The Day Can Never Strike From Above; Nothing Enters From Heavenard.