It Has Been The Office Of Art

Pretension May Sit Still, But Cannot Act. Pretension Never Feigned An Act Of Real Greatness. Pretension Never Wrote An Iliad, Nordrove Back Xerxes, Nor Christianized The World, Nor Abolished Slavery.

The World Leaves No Track In Space, And The Greatest Action Of Man No Mark In The Vast Idea.

Talent Alone Cannot Make A Writer. There Must Be A Man Behind The Book.

We May Be Partial, But Fate Is Not.

The Youth, Intoxicated With His Admiration Of A Hero, Fails To See, That It Is Only A Projection Of His Own Soul, Which He Admires.