No one is mediocre who has good sense and good sentiments.
Taste is the literary conscience of the soul.
Our life is woven wind.
A thought is a thing as real as a cannonball.
Criticism even should not be without its charms. When quite devoid of all amenities, it is no longer literary.
Maxims are to the intellect what laws are to actions; they do not enlighten, but they guide and direct, and, although themselves blind, are protective.