O-MORROW the critics will commence. You know who the critics are? The men who have failed in literature and art.

Phœbus, in Lord Beaconsfield's Lothair.

HAT climax of all human ills—
The inflammation of his weekly bills.

Lord Byron, Don Juan.

N n'a guère de défauts qui ne soient plus pardonnables que les moyens dont on se sert pour les cacher.

La Rochefoucauld, Réflexions.