Every great poem is in itself limited by necessity, but in its suggestions unlimited and infinite.

Our blossoms of passion, gay and luxuriant flowers, are bright and full of fragrance, but they beguile us and lead us astray, and their odor is deadly.

Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive.

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

Every man has his secret sorrows.

Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves.

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