Foolishness and criticism are so apt, do so naturally go together!

There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!

The devil's most devilish when respectable.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

True knowledge comes only through suffering.

My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.

Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.