The Use Of Criticism, In Periodical Writing,

A House Is No Home Unless It Contains Food And Fire For The Mind As Well As For The Body. For Human Beings Are Not So Constituted That They Can Live Without Expansion. If They Do Not Get It In One Way, They Must In Another, Or Perish.

Nature Seems To Have Poured Forth Her Riches So Without Calculation, Merely To Mark The Fullness Of Her Joy.

Truth Is The First Of Jewels.

There Are Noble Books But One Wants The Breath Of Life Sometimes. And I See No Divine Person. I Myself Am More Divine Than Any I See I Think That Is Enough To Say About Them.

Truth Is The Nursing Mother Of Genius.