Ye Diners Out From Whom We Guard

He Who, In An Enlightened And Literary Society, Aspires To Be A Great Poet, Must First Become A Little Child. He Must Take To Pieces The Whole Web Of His Mind. He Must Unlearn Much Of That Knowledge Which Has Perhaps Constituted Hitherto His Chief Title To Superiority. His Very Talents Will Be A Hindrance To Him.

The Perfect Disinterestedness And Self-devotion Of Which Men Seem Incapable, But Which Is Sometimes Found In Women.

The Orientals Have Another Word For Accident; It Is "kismet,"--fate.

We Hold That The Most Wonderful And Splendid Proof Of Genius Is A Great Poem Produced In A Civilized Age.

It Is Possible To Be Below Flattery As Well As Above It. One Who Trusts Nobody Will Not Trust Sycophants. One Who Does Not Value Real Glory Will Not Value Its Counterfeit.