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Language, The Machine Of The Poet, Is Best Fitted For His Purpose In Its Rudest State. Nations, Like Individuals, First Perceive, And Then Abstract. They Advance From Particular Images To General Terms. Hence The Vocabulary Of An Enlightened Society Is Philosophical, That Of A Half-civilized People Is Poetical.

The Measure Of A Man's Real Character Is What He Would Do If He Knew He Would Never Be Found Out.

The Business Of The Dramatist Is To Keep Himself Out Of Sight, And To Let Nothing Appear But His Characters. As Soon As He Attracts Notice To His Personal Feelings, The Illusion Is Broken.

How It Chanced That A Man Who Reasoned On His Premises So Ably, Should Assume His Premises So Foolishly, Is One Of The Great Mysteries Of Human Nature.

Every Political Sect Has Its Esoteric And Its Exoteric School--its Abstract Doctrines For The Initiated; Its Visible Symbols, Its Imposing Forms, Its Mythological Fables, For The Vulgar.