Invention is nothing more than a fine deviation from, or enlargement on a fine model . . .

Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners of nature.

Philosophy, while it soothes the reason, damps the ambition.

There is an ill-breeding to which, whatever our rank and nature, we are almost equally sensitive, the ill-breeding that comes from want of consideration for others.

The bold sympathize with the bold; and in great hearts, there is always a certain friendship for a gallant foe.

Ask any school-boy up to the age of fifteen where he would spend his holidays. Not one in five hundred will say, "In the streets of London," if you give him the option of green fields and running waters. It is, then, a fair presumption that there must be something of the child still in the character of the men or the women whom the country charms in maturer as in dawning life.

There is no society, however free and democratic, where wealth will not create an aristocracy.