If You Don't Believe In Magic, Then

Duty Cannot Exist Without Faith

The Feathered Arrow Of Satire Has Oft Been Wet With The Heart's Blood Of Its Victims.

Doubt Is An Element Of Criticism, And The Tendency Of Criticism Is Necessarily Skeptical.

Grief Is The Agony Of An Instant. The Indulgence Of Grief The Blunder Of A Life.

Of All Unfortunate Men One Of The Unhappiest Is A Middling Author Endowed With Too Lively A Sensibility For Criticism.