Longfellow Is To Poetry What The Barrel-organ

Never Forget That It Is We New Yorkers And New Englanders Who Have The Monopoly Of Whatever Oxygen There Is In The American Continent.

No One Is Fit To Judge A Book Until He Has Rounded Cape Horn In A Sailing Vessel, Until He Has Bumped Into Two Or Three Icebergs, Until He Has Been Lost In The Sands Of The Desert, Until He Has Spent A Few Years In The House Of The Dead.

Those Of Our Writers Who Have Possessed A Vivid Personal Talent Have Been Paralyzed By A Want Of Social Background.

People Of Small Calibre Are Always Carping. How Affected So-and-so Is! Don't You Think He Is Silly? He Was Certainly Quite Mistaken About This Or That. They Are Bent On Showing Their Own Superiority, Their Knowledge Or Their Prowess Or Good Breeding.

Magnanimous People Have No Vanity, They Have No Jealousy, And They Feed On The True And The Solid Wherever They Find It. And, What Is More, They Find It Everywhere.