It is always our inabilities that vex us.
Grace imitates modesty, as politeness imitates kindness.
Taste is the literary conscience of the soul.
A thought is a thing as real as a cannonball.
The last word should be the last word. It is like a finishing touch given to color; there is nothing more to add. But what precaution is needed in order not to put the last word first.
The voice is a human sound which nothing inanimate can perfectly imitate. It has an authority and an insinuating property which writing lacks. It is not merely so much air, but air modulated and impregnated with life.