We Absolve A Friend From Gratitude When

Affliction, Like The Iron-smith, Shapes As It Smites.

All Power Is Indeed Weak Compared With That Of The Thinker. He Sits Upon The Throne Of His Empire Of Thought, Mightier Far Than They Who Wield Material Sceptres.

Melancholy Sees The Worst Of Things...[rather Than The Best]

The Method Of The Critic Is To Balance Praises With Censure, And Thus To Do Justice To The Subject And--his Own Discrimination.

Fame - A Few Words Upon A Tombstone, And The Truth Of Those Not To Be Depended On.