A Cell Is Regarded As The True

In Its Happiest Efforts, Translation Is But Approximation, And Its Efforts Are Not Often Happy. A Translation May Be Good As Translation, But It Cannot Be An Adequate Reproduction Of The Original.

Vehemence Without Feeling Is But Rant.

Most Expositions Of Aristotle's Doctrines, When They Have Not Been Dictated By A Spirit Of Virulent Detraction, Or Unsympathetic Indifference, Have Carefully Suppressed All, Or Nearly All, The Absurdities, And Only Retained What Seemed Plausible And Consistent. But In This Procedure Their Historical Significance Disappears.

The Selective Instinct Of The Artist Tells Him When His Language Should Be Homely, And When It Should Be More Elevated; And It Is Precisely In The Imperceptible Blending Of The Plain With The Ornate That A Great Writer Is Distinguished. He Uses The Simplest Phrases Without Triviality, And The Grandest Without A Suggestion Of Grandiloquence.

In Science The Paramount Appeal Is To The Intellect-its Purpose Being Instruction; In Art, The Paramount Appeal Is To The Emotions-its Purpose Being Pleasure.