There is probably no hell for authors in the next world - they suffer so much from critics and publishers in this.

Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.

Honesty is not only "the first step toward greatness," - it is greatness itself.

There is no tyrant like custom, and no freedom where its edicts are not resisted.

It is the nature of thought to find its way into action.

Common sense, alas in spite of our educational institutions, is a rare commodity.

Alas, the transports beauty can inspire!