Those readiest to criticise are often least able to appreciate.

It is not my words that I polish, but my ideas.

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.

Religion is fire which example keeps alive, and which goes out if not communicated.

We do not do well except when we know where the best is and when we are assured that we have touched it and hold its power within us.

It may be said that it is with our thoughts as with our flowers. Those whose expression is simple carry their seed with them; those that are double by their richness and pomp charm the mind, but produce nothing.

Words become luminous when the poet's finger has passed over them its phosphorescence.