We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought! Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery; we build where monsters used to hide themselves.
The Mormons make the marriage ring, like the ring of Saturn, fluid, not solid, and keep it in its place by numerous satellites.
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.