The Highest Intellects, Like The Tops Of

He Who, In An Enlightened And Literary Society, Aspires To Be A Great Poet, Must First Become A Little Child.

The Sweeter Sound Of Woman's Praise.

A Kind Of Semi-solomon, Half-knowing Everything, From The Cedar To The Hyssop.

What Proposition Is There Respecting Human Nature Which Is Absolutely And Universally True? We Know Of Only One,--and That Is Not Only True, But Identical,--that Men Always Act From Self-interest.

Those Who Seem To Load The Public Taste Are, In General, Merely Outrunning It In The Direction Which It Is Spontaneously Pursuing.