Great Grief Is A Divine

I'd Rather Be Hissed At For A Good Verse, Than Applauded For A Bad One.

The Earlier Works Of A Man Of Genius Are Always Preferred To The Newer Ones, In Order To Prove That He Is Going Down Instead Of Up.

The Hand Which Moves Over The Dial Moves Also Among Souls.

The Jostling Of Young Minds Against Each Other Has This Wonderful Attribute, That One Can Never Foresee The Spark, Nor Predict The Flash. What Will Spring Up In A Moment? Nobody Knows.

I Think, Therefore I Doubt.