The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.

Men praise poverty, as the African worships Mumbo Jumbo--from terror of the malign power, and a desire to propitiate at.

A man does not plant a tree for himself; he plants it for posterity.

Pride's chickens have bonny feathers, but they are an expensive brood to rear. They eat up everything, and are always lean when brought to market.

The greatness of an artist or a writer does not depend on what he has in common with other artists and writers, but on what he has peculiar to himself.

An old novel has a history of its own.

Style, after all, rather than thought, is the immortal thing in literature.