To genius life never grows commonplace.

Granting our wish is one of Fate's saddest jokes.

There is something solid and doughty in the man that can rise from defeat, the stuff of which victories are made in due time, when we are able to choose our position better, and the sun is at our back.

Ez fer war, I call it murder,- There you hev it plain an' flat; I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that. . . . . . An' you 've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.

Comparative criticism teaches us that moral and aesthetic defects are more nearly related than is commonly supposed.

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.

To fail at all is to fail utterly.