Truth Is In Things, And Not In

God Help Thee, Old Man, Thy Thoughts Have Created A Creature In Thee; And He Whose Intense Thinking Thus Makes Him A Prometheus; A Vulture Feeds Upon That Heart For Ever; That Vulture The Very Creature He Creates.

There Are Hardly Five Critics In America; And Several Of Them Are Asleep.

Genius Is Full Of Trash.

My Means Are Sane, My Motives And My Object Mad.

The World's A Ship On Its Voyage Out, And Not A Voyage Complete; And The Pulpit Is Its Prow.