Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.

And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness.

We might remind ourselves that criticism is as inevitable as breathing, and that we should be none the worse for articulating what passes in our minds when we read a book and feel an emotion about it, for criticizing our own minds in their work of criticism.

He had a mind so fine that no idea could violate it

People exercise an unconscious selection in being influenced.

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

Love compels cruelty To those who do not understand love.