The World Dread Nothing So Much As

Genius Is Native To The Soil Where It Grows — Is Fed By The Air, And Warmed By The Sun — And Is Not A Hot - House Plant Or An Exotic.

We Prefer Ourselves To Others, Only Because We A Have More Intimate Consciousness And Confirmed Opinion Of Our Own Claims And Merits Than Of Any Other Person's.

Fashion Constantly Begins And Ends In The Two Things It Abhors Most, Singularity And Vulgarity.

Literature, Like Nobility, Runs In The Blood.

A Thing Is Not Vulgar Merely Because It Is Common.