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

Genius makes its observations in short-hand; talent writes them out at length.

The small courtesies sweeten life; the greater ennoble it.

Contentment is not happiness. An oyster may be contented. Happiness is compounded of richer elements.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

A failure establishes only this, that our determination to succeed was not strong enough.

All good writing leaves something unexpressed.