A Man Makes Inferiors His Superiors By

If A Man Will Kick A Fact Out Of The Window, When He Comes Back He Finds It Again In The Chimney Corner.

Love Of Beauty Is Taste. The Creation Of Beauty Is Art.

There Is A Persuasion In The Soul Of Man That He Is Here For Cause, That He Was Put Down In This Place By The Creator To Do The Work For Which He Inspires Him, That Thus He Is An Overmatch For All Antagonists That Could Combine Against Him.

The Sower May Mistake And Sow His Peas Crookedly; The Peas Make No Mistake, But Come Up And Show His Line.

The Poet's Habit Of Living Should Be Set On A Key So Low That The Common Influences Should Delight Him.