They have nothing to do but to develope enormous calluses at every point of contact with authorship.

Their business is not a matter of sympathy, but of intellect.

They must reject the unfit productions of those whom they long to befriend, because it would be a profligate charity to accept them.

One cannot burn his house down to warm the hands even of the fatherless and the widow.
THE PROFESSOR UNDER CHLOROFORM.
-- You haven't heard about my friend the Professor's first experiment in the use of anaesthetics, have you?
He was mightily pleased with the reception of that poem of his about the chaise.

He spoke to me once or twice about another poem of similar character he wanted to read me, which I told him I would listen to and criticize.
One day, after dinner, he came in with his face tied up, looking very red in the cheeks and heavy about the eyes .-- Hy'r'ye ?--he said, and made for an arm-chair, in which he placed first his hat and then his person, going smack through the crown of the former as neatly as they do the trick at the circus.