Literature is a fragment of a fragment. Of all that ever happened, or has been said, but a fraction has been written; and of this but little is extant.

People will allow their faults to be shown them; they will let themselves be punished for them; they will patiently endure many things because of them; they only become impatient when they have to lay them aside.

The society of women is the element of good manners.

Rash, inexperienced youth holds itself a chosen instrument, and allows itself unbounded license.

Art is constitutive-the artist determines beauty. He does not take it over.

The most fortunate of men, Be he a king or commoner, is he Whose welfare is assured in his own home.

In the end we are all separate: our stories, no matter how similar, come to a fork and diverge. We are drawn to each other because of our similarities, but it is our differences we must learn to respect.