A man gazing at the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.
An old novel has a history of its own.
Style, after all, rather than thought, is the immortal thing in literature.
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.
There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.
God has thickly strewn infinity with grandeur.