The Bad Poet Is A Toady Mimicking

Who Has Enough Credit In This World To Pay For His Mistakes?

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.

We Are Ruled By Chance But Never Have Enough Patience To Accept Its Despotism.

There Is A Strange And Mighty Race Of People Called The Americans Who Are Rapidly Becoming The Coldest In The World Because Of This Cruel, Man-eating Idol, Lucre.

The Bad Poet Is A Toady Mimicking Nature.