Questions show the mind's range, and answers its subtlety.
How many books there are whose reputation is made that would not obtain it were it now to make?
Strength is not energy; some authors have more muscles than talent.
We are all of us more or less echoes, repeating involuntarily the virtues, the defects, the movements, and the characters of those among whom we live.
Politeness is the flower of humanity.
Criticism even should not be without its charms. When quite devoid of all amenities, it is no longer literary.