A talent can be cultivated in tranquility; a character only in the rushing stream of life.

Publishers are all cohorts of the devil; there must be a special hell for them somewhere.

Thou art in the end what thou art. Put on wigs with millions of curls, set thy foot upon ell-high rocks. Thou abidest ever--what thou art.

Every person above the ordinary has a certain mission that they are called to fulfill.

If you want a wise answer, ask a reasonable question.

Age merely shows what children we remain.

At all times it has not been the age, but individuals alone, who have worked for knowledge. It was the age which put Socrates to death by poison, the age which burnt Huss. The ages have always remained alike.