Ask the young. They know everything.

One man finds in religion his literature and his science, another finds in it his joy and his duty.

The soul paints itself in our machines.

A work is perfectly finished only when nothing can be added to it and nothing taken away.

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.

Pleasures are always children, pains always have wrinkles.

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.