The Literary Gift Is A Mere Accident

Admiration Involves A Glorious Obliquity Of Vision.

I Have Known No Man Of Genius Who Had Not To Pay, In Some Affliction Or Defect, Either Physical Or Spiritual, For What The Gods Had Given Him.

The Loveliest Face In All The World Will Not Please You If You See It Suddenly Eye To Eye, At A Distance Of Half An Inch From Your Own.

Not That I Had Any Special Reason For Hating School. Strange As It May Seem To My Readers, I Was Not Unpopular There. I Was A Modest, Good-humoured Boy. It Is Oxford That Has Made Me Insufferable.

A Hundred Eyes Were Fixed On Her, And Half As Many Hearts Lost To Her.