It Is A Mistake For

It Used To Happen, And Still Happens, To Me To Take No Pleasure In A Work Of Art At The First Sight Of It, Because It Is Too Much For Me; But If I Suspect Any Merit In It, I Try To Get At It; And Then I Never Fail To Make The Most Gratifying Discoveries--to Find New Qualities In The Work Itself And New Faculties In Myself.

One Is Never Deceived; One Deceives Oneself.

Wood Burns Because It Has The Proper Stuff In It; And A Man Becomes Famous Because He Has The Proper Stuff In Him.

They Teach In Academies Far Too Many Things, And Far Too Much That Is Useless.

Habit Is A Man's Sole Comfort. We Dislike Doing Without Even Unpleasant Things To Which We Have Become Accustomed.