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.

Those readiest to criticise are often least able to appreciate.

It is an aspect of all happiness to suppose that we deserve it.

Heaven is for those who think of it.

Our life is woven wind.

In the interchange of thought use no coin but gold and silver.

Taste is the literary conscience of the soul.