It is not without reason that fame is awarded only after death. The cloud-dust of notoriety which follows and envelops the men who drive with the wind bewilders contemporary judgment.

[B]ut in literature, it should be remembered, a thing always becomes his at last who says it best, and thus makes it his own.

Truth always has a bewitching savor of newness in it, and novelty at the first taste recalls that original sweetness to the tongue; but alas for him who would make the one a substitute for the other.

The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.

What a man pays for bread and butter is worth its market value, and no more. What he pays for love's sake is gold indeed, which has a lure for angels' eyes, and rings well upon God's touchstone.

Every person born into this world their work is born with them.

Borrowed garments never keep one warm.