What can one possibly introduce into a mind that is already full, and full of itself?
In bringing up a child, think of its old age.
Mediocrity is excellence in the eyes of the mediocre.
Reason is a bee, and exists only on what it makes; his usefulness takes the place of beauty.
Our life is woven wind.
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.