Close Thy Byron ; Open

A Frightful Dialect For The Stupid, The Pedant And Dullard Sort.

We Have Not Read An Author Till We Have Seen His Object, Whatever It May Be, As He Saw It.

In The True Literary Man There Is Thus Ever, Acknowledged Or Not By The World, A Sacredness: He Is The Light Of The World; The World's Priest; -- Guiding It, Like A Sacred Pillar Of Fire, In Its Dark Pilgrimage Through The Waste Of Time.

To Be True Is Manly, Chivalrous, Christian; To Be False Is Mean, Cowardly, Devilish.

Pin Thy Faith To No Man's Sleeve. Hast Thou Not Two Eyes Of Thy Own?