Blest be the art that can immortalize,--the art that baffles time's tyrannic claim to quench it.
Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
A man renowned for repartee will seldom scruple to make free with friendship's finest feeling, will thrust a dagger at your breast, and say he wounded you in jest, by way of balm for healing.
A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
Made poetry a mere mechanic art.
A noisy man is always in the right.