The Essence Of Poetry Is Will And

Our Contempt For Others Proves Nothing But The Illiberality And Narrowness Of Our Own Views.

Dandyism Is A Species Of Genius.

Those Who Are At War With Others Are Not At Peace With Themselves.

An Accomplished Coquette Excites The Passions Of Others, In Proportion As She Feels None Herself.

The Seat Of Knowledge Is In The Head; Of Wisdom, In The Heart. We Are Sure To Judge Wrong, If We Do Not Feel Right.