I Was Never Kinder To The Old

Science Has Not Yet Taught Us If Madness Is Or Is Not The Sublimity Of The Intelligence.

Yet, Mad Am I Not — And Very Surely Do I Not Dream.

There Is Not A More Disgusting Spectacle Under The Sun Than Our Subserviency To British Criticism. It Is Disgusting, First, Because It Is Truckling, Servile, Pusillanimous--secondly, Because Of Its Gross Irrationality. We Know The British To Bear Us Little But Ill Will--we Know That, In No Case Do They Utter Unbiased Opinions Of American Books . . . We Know All This, And Yet, Day After Day, Submit Our Necks To The Degrading Yoke Of The Crudest Opinion That Emanates From The Fatherland.

But Psyche Uplifting Her Finger Said: Sadly This Star I Mistrust

The True Genius Shudders At Incompleteness - And Usually Prefers Silence To Saying Something Which Is Not Everything It Should Be.