Talent is nurtured in solitude; character is formed in the stormy billows of the world.
Just trust yourself and you'll learn the art of living.
Our foibles are really what make us lovable.
A phenomenon like Mozart remains an inexplicable thing.
A vi'let on the meadow grew, That no one saw, that no one knew, It was a modest flower. A shepherdess pass'd by that way-- Light footed, pretty and so gay; That way she came, Softly warbling forth her lay.
Generally speaking, an author's style is a faithful copy of his mind. If you would write a lucid style, let there first be light in your own mind; and if you would write a grand style, you ought to have a grand character.