Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.
How sad it is when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self defense to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in things attainable that it may not have leisure to go mad after things that are not.
A moment's thought is passion's passing knell.
The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.