A writer who attempts to live on the manufacture of his imagination is continually coquetting with starvation.

Wit implies hatred or contempt of folly and crime, produces its effects by brisk shocks of surprise, uses the whip of scorpions and the branding-iron, stabs, stings, pinches, tortures, goads, teases, corrodes, undermines.

Felicity, not fluency of language, is a merit.

The saddest failures in life are those that come from not putting forth the power and will to succeed.

What a man does with his wealth depends upon his idea of happiness. Those who draw prizes in life are apt to spend tastelessly, if not viciously; not knowing that it requires as much talent to spend as to make.

Sin, every day, takes out a patent for some new invention.

A true teacher should penetrate to whatever is vital in his pupil, and develop that by the light and heat of his own intelligence.