The dread of criticism is the death of genius.

But for that blindness which is inseparable from malice, what terrible powers of evil would it possess! Fortunately for the world, its venom, like that of the rattlesnake, when most poisonous, clouds the eye of the reptile, and defeats its aim.

The dread of criticism is the death of genius.

Revelation may not need the help of reason, but man does, even when in possession of revelation. Reason may be described as the candle in the man's hand, to which revelation brings the necessary flame.

The effect of character is always to command consideration. We sport and toy and laugh with men or women who have none, but we never confide in them.

Most men remember obligations, but not often to be grateful; the proud are made sour by the remembrance and the vain silent.

Vanity may be likened to the smooth-skinned and velvet-footed mouse, nibbling about forever in expectation of a crumb; while self-esteem is too apt to take the likeness of the huge butcher's dog, who carries off your steaks, and growls at you as be goes.