Travel makes all men countrymen, makes people noblemen and kings, every man tasting of liberty and dominion.
Action and blood now get the game. Disdain treads on the peaceful name.
One must be rich in thought and character to owe nothing to books.
Nature is thought immersed in matter. . .
Truth is sensitive and jealous of the least encroachment upon its sacredness.
Sleep on your writing; take a walk over it; scrutinize it of a morning; review it of an afternoon; digest it after a meal; let it sleep in your drawer a twelvemonth; never venture a whisper about it to your friend, if he be an author especially.