Nobody Shoots At Santa Claus.

The Only Living Works Are Those Which Have Drained Much Of The Author's Own Life Into Them.

God Was Satisfied With His Own Work, And That Is Fatal.

Neither Irony Or Sarcasm Is Argument.

There Is Nothing Which At Once Affects A Man So Much And So Little As His Own Death.

A Virtue To Be Serviceable Must, Like Gold, Be Alloyed With Some Commoner, But More Durable Alloy.