Wisdom Is Infused Into Every Form.

By Necessity, By Proclivity, And By Delight, We All Quote. In Fact, It Is As Difficult To Appropriate The Thoughts Of Others As It Is To Invent.

So In Writing, There Is Always A Right Word, And Every Other Than That Is Wrong. There Is No Beauty In Words Except In Their Collocation. The Effect Of A Fanciful Word Misplaced, Is Like That Of A Horn Of Exquisite Polish Growing On A Human Head.

I--this Thought Which Is Called I--is The Mould Into Which The World Is Poured Like Melted Wax.

He Is A Good Man Who Can Receive A Gift Well.

Hast Thou Named All The Birds Without A Gun?