How Sweet And Sacred Idleness Is!

The Flame Of Anger, Bright And Brief, Sharpens The Barb Of Love.

The Worse Of Ingratitude Lies Not In The Ossified Heart Of Him Who Commits It, But We Find It In The Effect It Produces On Him Against Whom It Was Committed.

Every Great Writer Is A Writer Of History, Let Him Treat On Almost What Subject He May.

He Who First Praises A Book Becomingly Is Next In Merit To The Author.

The Deafest Man Can Hear Praise, And Is Slow To Think Any An Excess.