Art Must Anchor In Nature, Or It

If A Person Has No Delicacy, He Has You In His Power.

The Confession Of Our Failings Is A Thankless Office. It Savors Less Of Sincerity Or Modesty Than Of Ostentation. It Seems As If We Thought Our Weaknesses As Good As Other People's Virtues.

Poetry Is All That Is Worth Remembering In Life.

We Learn To Curb Our Will And Keep Our Overt Actions Within The Bounds Of Humanity, Long Before We Can Subdue Our Sentiments And Imaginations To The Same Mild Tone.

We Must Be Doing Something To Be Happy.