Look, then, into thine heart, and write!

Art is long, and Time is fleeting.

The shadows of the mind are like those of the body. In the morning of life they all lie behind us; at noon we trample them under foot; and in the evening they stretch long, broad, and deepening before us.

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.

The soul...is audible, not visible.

Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.

The country is not priest-ridded, but press-ridden.