Nothing Tells More About The Character Of

Nothing Is Worth More Than This Day.

I Had Toward The Poetic Art A Peculiar Relation Which Was Only Practical After I Had Cherished In My Mind For A Long Time A Subject Which Possessed Me, A Model Which Inspired Me, A Predecessor Who Attracted Me, Until At Length, After I Had Molded It

There Is No Permanence In Doubt; It Incites The Mind To Closer Inquiry And Experiment, From Which, If Rightly Managed, Certainty Proceeds, And In This Alone Can Man Find Thorough Satisfaction.

Do People Conform To The Instructions Of Us Old Ones? Each Thinks He Must Know Best About Himself, And Thus Many Are Lost Entirely.

If You Want Someone To Develop A Specific Trait, Treat Them As Though They Already Had It.