You May Have Genius. The Contrary Is,

As We Grow Older We Think More And More Of Old Persons And Of Old Things And Places. As To Old Persons, It Seems As If We Never Know How Much They Have To Tell Until We Are Old Ourselves And They Have Been Gone Twenty Or Thirty Years. Once In A While We Come Upon Some Survivor Of His Or Her Generation That We Have Overlooked, And Feel As If We Had Recovered One Of The Lost Books Of Livy Or Fished Up The Golden Candlestick From The Ooze Of The Tiber.

Whatever Comes From The Brain Carries The Hue Of The Place It Came From, And Whatever Comes From The Heart Carries The Heat And Color Of Its Birthplace.

I Would Never Use A Long Word, Even, Where A Short One Would Answer The Purpose.

For Nothing Burns With Such Amazing Speed, As The Dry Sticks Of A Religious Creed.

Stillness Of Person And Steadiness Of Features Are Signal Marks Of Good Breeding.