Any Trifle Is Enough To

There Is Nothing Worth Thinking But It Has Been Thought Before; We Must Only Try To Think It Again.

A Man's Name Is Not Like A Mantle Which Merely Hangs About Him...but A Perfectly Fitting Garment, Which, Like The Skin, Has Grown Over Him, At Which One Cannot Rake And Scrape Without Injuring The Man Himself.

I Had Toward The Poetic Art A Peculiar Relation Which Was Only Practical After I Had Cherished In My Mind For A Long Time A Subject Which Possessed Me, A Model Which Inspired Me, A Predecessor Who Attracted Me, Until At Length, After I Had Molded It

We Cannot And Must Not Get Rid Of Nor Deny Our Characteristics. But We Can Give Them Shape And Direction.

The Rogue Has Everywhere The Advantage.