I Have Since Written What No Tide

Every Good Writer Has Much Idiom; It Is The Life And Spirit Of Language.

Two Evils, Of Almost Equal Weight, May Befall The Man Of Erudition; Never To Be Listened To, And To Be Listened To Always.

A Smile Is Ever The Most Bright And Beautiful With A Tear Upon It. What Is The Dawn Without The Dew? The Tear Is Rendered By The Smile Precious Above The Smile Itself.

Ambition Does Not See The Earth She Treads On: The Rock And The Herbage Are Of One Substance To Her.

An Ingenious Mind Feels In Unmerited Praise The Bitterest Reproof.