Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.

Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad.

It is Lucifer, The son of mystery; And since God suffers him to be, He too, is God's minister, And labors for some good By us not understood.

Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.

Authors must not, like Chinese soldiers, expect to win victories by turning somersets in the air.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.

Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.