The Dread Of Criticism Is The Death

Vanity May Be Likened To The Smooth-skinned And Velvet-footed Mouse, Nibbling About Forever In Expectation Of A Crumb; While Self-esteem Is Too Apt To Take The Likeness Of The Huge Butcher's Dog, Who Carries Off Your Steaks, And Growls At You As Be Goes.

Distinction Is An Eminence That Is Attained But Too Frequently At The Expense Of A Fireside.

Philosophy Has Its Bugbears, As Well As Superstition.

The Only True Source Of Politeness Is Consideration.

Vanity Is So Constantly Solicitous Of Self, That Even Where Its Own Claims Are Not Interested, It Indirectly Seeks The Aliment Which It Loves, By Showing How Little Is Deserved By Others.