To Be Capable Of Respect Is Almost

Ornaments Were Invented By Modesty.

Tormented By The Cursed Ambition Always To Put A Whole Book In A Page, A Whole Page In A Sentence, And This Sentence In A Word. I Am Speaking Of Myself.

The Ordinary True, Or Purely Real, Cannot Be The Object Of The Arts. Illusion On A Ground Of Truth,--that Is The Secret Of The Fine Arts.

What Can You Possibly Add To A Mind That's Full, Especially One That's Full Of Itself.

To Be Capable Of Respect Is Almost As Rare As To Be Worthy Of It.