Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.

I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.

Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.

Learn to write well, or not to write at all.

Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.

It's a hard world, neighbors, if a man's oath must be his master.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.