O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.

I follow my heart, for I can trust it.

Secrecy is for the happy,--misery, hopeless misery, needs no veil; under a thousand suns it dares act openly.

The present age has witnessed an extraordinary increase of a thinking public, by the facilities afforded to the diffusion of reading; the former happy resignation to ignorance begins to make way for a state of half-enlightenment, and few persons are willing to remain in the condition in which their birth has placed then.

He that is overcautious will accomplish little.

No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.

A merely fallen enemy may rise again, but the reconciled one is truly vanquished.