No Facts Are To Me

The Aid We Can Give Each Other Is Only Incidental, Lateral, And Sympathetic.

There Is No Luck In Literary Reputation. They Who Make Up The Final Verdict Upon Every Book Are Not The Partial And Noisy Readers Of The Hour When It Appears; But A Court As Of Angels, A Public Not To Be Bribed, Not To Be Entreated, And Not To Be Overawed, Decides Upon Every Man's Title To Fame.

We Are A Puny And Fickle Folk. Avarice, Hesitation, And Following Are Our Diseases.

Be Not The Slave Of Your Own Past - Plunge Into The Sublime Seas, Dive Deep, And Swim Far.

There Are Eyes, To Be Sure, That Give No More Admission Into The Man Than Blueberries.