I love prudence very little, if it is not moral.
Attention is like a narrow mouthed vessel; pour into it what you have to say cautiously, and, as it were, drop by drop.
To be capable of respect is almost as rare as to be worthy of it.
You have to be like the pebble in the stream, keeping the grain and rolling along without being dissolved or dissolving anything else.
National literature begins with fables and ends with novels.
The mind is the atmosphere of the soul.