Our judgment ripens; our imagination decays. We cannot at once enjoy the flowers of the Spring of life and the fruits of its Autumn.

Nobles by the right of an earlier creation, and priests by the imposition of a mightier hand.

How well Horatius kept the bridge In the brave days of old.

We never could clearly understand how it is that egotism, so unpopular in conversation, should be so popular in writing.

History begins in novel and ends in essay.

We deplore the outrages which accompany revolutions. But the more violent the outrages, the more assured we feel that a revolution was necessary.

In truth it may be laid down as an almost universal rule that good poets are bad critics.