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The Dread Of Criticism Is The Death Of Genius.

Neither Praise Nor Blame Is The Object Of True Criticism. Justly To Discriminate, Firmly To Establish, Wisely To Prescribe And Honestly To Award - These Are The True Aims And Duties Of Criticism.

Vanity May Be Likened To The Smooth-skinned And Velvet-footed Mouse, Nibbling About Forever In Expectation Of A Crumb; While Self-esteem Is Too Apt To Take The Likeness Of The Huge Butcher's Dog, Who Carries Off Your Steaks, And Growls At You As Be Goes.

We Must Calculate Not On The Weather, Nor On Fortune, But Upon God And Ourselves. He May Fail Us In The Gratification Of Our Wishes, But Never In The Encounter With Our Exigencies.

The Birth Of A Child Is The Imprisonment Of A Soul.