The Populace Drags Down The Gods To

Anger Is That Powerful Internal Force That Blows Out The Light Of Reason.

If You Criticize A Fine Genius, The Odds Are That You Are Out Of Your Reckoning, And, Instead Of The Poet, Are Censuring Your Owncaricature Of Him.

A Man Known To Us Only As A Celebrity In Politics Or In Trade, Gains Largely In Our Esteem If We Discover That He Has Some Intellectual Taste Or Skill.

A Weed Is A Plant We've Found No Use For Yet.

There Is Hope In Extravagance, There Is None In Routine.