Never Pursue Literature As A Trade.

It Is A Flat'ning Thought, That The More We Have Seen, The Less We Have To Say.

Farewell, Farewell! But This I Tell To Thee, Thou Wedding-guest! He Prayeth Well, Who Loveth Well Both Man And Bird And Beast.

Poor Little Foal Of An Oppressed Race! I Love The Languid Patience Of Thy Face.

The Author Of Biographia Literaria Was Already A Ruined Man. Sometimes, However, To Be A "ruined Man" Is Itself A Vocation.

Men Of Genius Are Rarely Much Annoyed By The Company Of Vulgar People.