We Are Not All Equal, Nor Can

One Is Led Astray Alike By Sympathy And Coldness, By Praise And By Blame

The Style Of An Author Is A Faithful Copy Of His Mind.

That Is The Way Of Youth And Life In General: That We Do Not Understand The Strategy Until After The Campaign Is Over.

I Wish The Stage Were As Narrow As The Wire Of A Tighrope Dancer So That No Incompetent Would Dare Step Upon It.

He Who Does Not Think Much Of Himself Is Much More Esteemed Than He Imagines.