There are no such things as Flowers there are only gladdened Leaves.
Conceit may puff a man up, but never prop him up.
An infinitude of tenderness is the chief gift and inheritance of all truly great men.
Every hue throughout your work is altered by every touch you add in other places.
Greatness is the aggregation of minuteness; nor can its sublimity be felt truthfully by any mind unaccustomed to the affectionate watching of what is least.
It’s unwise to pay too much, but it’s worse to pay too little.