Of all the inanimate objects, of all men's creations, books are the nearest to us for they contain our very thoughts, our ambitions, our indignations, our illusions, our fidelity to the truth, and our persistent leanings to error. But most of all they resemble us in their precious hold on life.

As in political so in literary action a man wins friends for himself mostly by the passion of his prejudices and the consistent narrowness of his outlook.

You can't, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty.

Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters.

The ocean has the conscienceless temper of a savage autocrat spoiled by much adulation

I have been called romantic. Well, that can't be helped. But stay. I seem to remember that I have been called a realist also. And as that charge too can be made out, let us try to live up to it, at whatever cost, for a change.

Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.