Old age deprives the intelligent man only of qualities useless to wisdom.

It is not my words that I polish, but my ideas.

Professional critics are incapable of distinguishing and appreciating either diamonds in the rough or gold in bars. They are traders, and in literature know only the coins that are current. Their critical lab has scales and weights, but neither crucible or touchstone.

There is graciousness and a kind of urbanity in beginning with men by esteem and confidence. It proves, at least, that we have long lived in good company with others and with our selves.

Chance generally favors the prudent.

The true character of epistolary style is playfulness and urbanity.

Space is to place as eternity is to time.