The masses are still ungrateful or ignorant. They prefer murder, poisonings, and crimes generally to a literature possessed of style and feeling.

A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a pipe, whose fragments are thrown away at a street corner. The fragments of an intellect are always good.

It is a mistake to regard age as a downhill grade toward dissolution. The reverse is true. As one grows older, one climbs with surprising strides.

Writing a journal means that facing your ocean you are afraid to swim across it, so you attempt to drink it drop by drop.

Learned women are ridiculed because they put to shame unlearned men.

Lying, like license, has its degrees.

Genius, whether locked up in a cell or roaming at large, is always solitary.