The familiar writer is apt to be his own satirist. Out of his own mouth is he judged.

The wise men of old have sent most of their morality down the stream of time in the light skiff of apothegm or epigram; and the proverbs of nations, which embody the commonsense of nations, have the brisk concussion of the most sparkling wit.

The inborn geniality of some people amounts to genius.

Humor, warm and all-embracing as the sunshine, bathes its objects in a genial and abiding light.

Of the three prerequisites of genius; the first is soul; the second is soul; and the third is soul.

Talent jogs to conclusions to which Genius takes giant leaps.

Cervantes shrewdly advises to lay a bridge of silver for a flying enemy.