Speak For Yourself And From

All Bad Literature Rests Upon Imperfect Insight, Or Upon Imitation, Which May Be Defined As Seeing At Second-hand.

Vehemence Without Feeling Is But Rant.

To Love Is For The Soul To Choose A Companion, And Travel With It Along The Perilous Defiles And Winding Ways Of Life; Mutually Sustaining, When It Is Rugged With Obstructions, And Mutually Rejoicing, When Rich Broad Plains And Sunny Slopes Make Journeying Delight.

No Man Was Ever Eloquent By Trying To Be Eloquent, But Only By Being So.

Every One Who Has Seriously Investigated A Novel Question, Who Has Really Interrogated Nature With A View To A Distinct Answer, Will Bear Me Out In Saying That It Requires Intense And Sustained Effort Of Imagination.