A Man May Be Variously Accomplished, And

The Real People Of Genius Were Resolute Workers Not Idle Dreamers.

Over The Meeting Of The Lovers I Draw A Veil. The Burst Of Rapture With Which They Clasped Each Other In A Wild Embrace -- The Many Inquiries -- The Fond Regrets And Thrilling Hopes -- It Is Out Of My Power To Convey. Let Me, Therefore, Leave Them To Their Happiness.

Genius Is Rarely Able To Give Any Account Of Its Own Processes.

Language, After All, Is Only The Use Of Symbols, And Art Also Can Only Affect Us Through Symbols.

To Some Men Popularity Is Always Suspicious. Enjoying None Themselves, They Are Prone To Suspect The Validity Of Those Attainments Which Command It.