We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.

We now demand the light artillery of the intellect; we need the curt, the condensed, the pointed, the readily diffused - in place of the verbose, the detailed, the voluminous, the inaccessible. On the other hand, the lightness of the artillery should not degenerate into pop-gunnery - by which term we may designate the character of the greater portion of the newspaper press - their sole legitimate object being the discussion of ephemeral matters in an ephemeral manner.

There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.

Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man.

For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words, with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it.

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.