Too Rigid Scruples Are Concealed Pride.

Hypotheses Are Lullabies For Teachers To Sing Their Students To Sleep.

I Had Toward The Poetic Art A Peculiar Relation Which Was Only Practical After I Had Cherished In My Mind For A Long Time A Subject Which Possessed Me, A Model Which Inspired Me, A Predecessor Who Attracted Me, Until At Length, After I Had Molded It

Our Senses Don't Deceive Us: Our Judgment Does

Stood I, O Nature! Man Alone In Thee, Then Were It Worth One's While A Man To Be.

Stupidity Is Without Anxiety.