Imitation, if noble and general, insures the best hope of originality.

Nothing ages like laziness.

Man only of all earthly creatures, asks, Can the dead die forever? - and the instinct that urges the question is God's answer to man, for no instinct is given in vain.

Our very wretchedness grows dear to us when suffering for one we love.

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

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.

A man of genius is inexhaustible only in proportion as he is always renourishing his genius.