Longfellow Is To Poetry What

The Instructed Man Is Ashamed To Pronounce In An Orphic Manner What Everybody Knows, And Because He Is Silent People Think He Is Making Fun Of Them.

The Writer Is Important Only By Dint Of The Territory He Colonizes.

How Delightful Is The Company Of Generous People, Who Overlook Trifles And Keep Their Minds Instinctively Fixed On Whatever Is Good And Positive In The World About Them. People Of Small Caliber Are Always Carping. They Are Bent On Showing Their Own Superiority, Their Knowledge Or Prowess Or Good Breeding. But Magnanimous People Have No Vanity, They Have No Jealousy, And They Feed On The True And The Solid Wherever They Find It. And What Is More, They Find It Everywhere.

Nothing Is So Soothing To Our Self-esteem As To Find Our Bad Traits In Our Forebears. It Seems To Absolve Us.

Never Forget That It Is We New Yorkers And New Englanders Who Have The Monopoly Of Whatever Oxygen There Is In The American Continent.