Art's greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.

During the great storms of our lives we imitate those captains who jettison their weightiest cargo.

Love may be the fairest gem which Society has filched from Nature; but what is motherhood save Nature in her most gladsome mood? A smile has dried my tears.

The Police and the Society of Jesus posses in common the virtue of never forsaking their enemies as friends.

Conscience is our unerring judge until we finally stifle it.

When in Turkey, do as the turkeys do.

There are two kinds of poets: those who feel and those who express themselves. The former are happier.