Taste is the literary conscience of the soul.

The aim of argument, or of discussion, should not be victory, but progress.

Imagination is the eye of the soul.

Criticism even should not be without its charms. When quite devoid of all amenities, it is no longer literary.

Professional critics are incapable of distinguishing and appreciating either diamonds in the rough or gold in bars. They are traders, and in literature know only the coins that are current. Their critical lab has scales and weights, but neither crucible or touchstone.

Questions show the mind's range, and answers its subtlety.

The best remedy for a short temper is a long walk.