That Is The Best Government Which Desires

The Spartan, Smiting And Spurning The Wretched Helot, Moves Our Disgust. But The Same Spartan, Calmly Dressing His Hair, And Uttering His Concise Jests, On What The Well Knows To Be His Last Day, In The Pass Of Thermopylae, Is Not To Be Contemplated Without Admiration.

We Hold That The Most Wonderful And Splendid Proof Of Genius Is A Great Poem Produced In A Civilized Age.

A Page Digested Is Better Than A Volume Hurriedly Read.

All The Walks Of Literature Are Infested With Mendicants For Fame, Who Attempt To Excite Our Interest By Exhibiting All The Distortions Of Their Intellects And Stripping The Covering From All The Putrid Sores Of Their Feelings.

Few Of The Many Wise Apothegms Which Have Been Uttered Have Prevented A Single Foolish Action.