Haughty People Seem To Me To Have,

A Work Is Perfectly Finished Only When Nothing Can Be Added To It And Nothing Taken Away.

We Find Little In A Book But What We Put There. But In Great Books, The Mind Finds Room To Put Many Things.

Thoughts There Are, That Need No Embodying, No Form, No Expression. It Is Enough To Hint At Them Vaguely; A Word, And They Are Heard And Seen.

The Bible Is To Religion What The Iliad Is To Poetry

A Man Who Shows No Defect Is A Fool Or A Hypocrite, Whom We Should Mistrust. There Are Defects So Bound To Fine Qualities That They Announce Them,--defects Which It Is Well Not To Correct.