Ambition has no rest.

Some have the temperament and tastes of genius, without its creative power. They feel acutely, but express tamely.

In other countries poverty is a misfortune - with us it is a crime.

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

There's no weapon that slays its victim so surely (if well aimed) as praise.

It is the glorious doom of literature that the evil perishes and the good remains.

Could we know by what strange circumstances a man's genius became prepared for practical success, we should discover that the most serviceable items in his education were never entered in the bills which his father paid for.