Ambition has no rest.

The magic of the tongue is the most dangerous of all spells.

Midnight, and love, and youth, and Italy!

He who writes prose builds his temple to Fame in rubble; he who writes verses builds it in granite.

People who are very vain are usually equally susceptible; and they who feel one thing acutely, will so feel another.

The mate for beauty should be a man and not a money chest.

I believe that there is much less difference between the author and his works than is currently supposed; it is usually in the physical appearance of the writer,--his manners, his mien, his exterior,--that he falls short of the ideal a reasonable man forms of him--rarely in his mind.