All Bad Literature Rests Upon

Originality Is Independence, Not Rebellion; It Is Sincerity, Not Antagonism.

In The Air We Breathe, In The Water We Drink, In The Earth We Tread On, Life Is Every Where. Nature Lives: Every Pore Is Bursting With Life ; Every Death Is Only A New Birth, Every Grave A Cradle.

Among The Many Strange Servilities Mistaken For Pieties, One Of The Least Lovely Is That Which Hopes To Flatter God By Despising The World, And Vilifying Human Nature.

The Prosperity Of A Book Lies In The Minds Of Readers. Public Knowledge And Public Taste Fluctuate; And There Come Times When Works Which Were Once Capable Of Instructing And Delighting Thousands Lose Their Power, And Works, Before Neglected, Emerge Into Renown.

If A Work Of Art Is Placed Before Me, I Believe I Can Enjoy It; But I Do Not Overlook The Fact, That Art Is One Thing, Another Thing Amusement; And That People Do Like Amusements, And Will Run After It.