Man Pines To Live But Cannot Endure

Of All The Animals On Earth, None Is So Brutish As Man When He Seeks The Delirium Of Coition.

What Has A Writer To Be Bombastic About? Whatever Good A Man May Write Is The Consequence Of Accident, Luck, Or Surprise, And Nobody Is More Surprised Than An Honest Writer When He Makes A Good Phrase Or Says Something Truthful.

The Bad Poet Is A Toady Mimicking Nature.

To Write Is A Humiliation.

The Newspaper Has Debauched The American Until He Is A Slavish, Simpering, And Angerless Citizen; It Has Taught Him To Be A Lump Mass-man Toward Fraud, Simony, Murder, And Lunacies More Vile Than Those Of Commodus Or Caracalla.