A book may be as great a thing as a battle.
All is race - there is no other truth.
Grief is the agony of an instant. The indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
There are so many plans, so many schemes, and so many reasons why there should be neither plans nor schemes.
You know who the critics are? The men who have failed in literature and art.
The feeling of satiety, almost inseparable from large possessions, is a surer cause of misery than ungratified desires.