Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing.

Mothers of large families (who claim common sense) will find a Tiger well repay the trouble and expense.

Oh, my friends, be warned by me, That breakfast, dinner, lunch and tea, Are all human frame requires.

Loss and possession, Death and life are one. There falls no shadow where There shines no sun.

I regard criticism as an art, and if in this country and in this age it is practiced with honesty, it is no more remunerative than the work of an avant-garde f…

I don't know of any thing in my book to be criticised on by honourable men. Is it on my spelling? - that's not my trade. Is it on my grammar ? - I hadn't time …

A successful poem says what a poet wants to say, and more, with particular finality. The remarks he makes about his poems are incidental when the poem is good,…