Pretension is nothing; power is everything.

Tears are copiously showered over frailties the discoverer takes a malicious delight in circulating; and thus, all granite on one side of the heart, and all milk on the other, the unsexed scandal-monger hies from house to house, pouring balm from its weeping eyes on the wounds it inflicts with its stabbing tongue.

Humor, warm and all-embracing as the sunshine, bathes its objects in a genial and abiding light.

A man of letters is often a man with two natures,--one a book nature, the other a human nature. These often clash sadly.

A writer who attempts to live on the manufacture of his imagination is continually coquetting with starvation.

Pretension is nothing; power is everything.

Books are lighthouses erected in the great sea of time.