A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thought's of youth are long, long thoughhts

I am never indifferent, and never pretend to be, to what people say or think of my books. They are my children, and I like to have them liked.

I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.

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

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

Time is the life of the soul.

A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.