Logic is to grammar what the sense of words is to their sound.

Our life is woven wind.

Taste is the literary conscience of the soul.

Criticism even should not be without its charms. When quite devoid of all amenities, it is no longer literary.

Contempt for private wrongs was one of the features of ancient morals.

All are born to observe order, but few are born to establish it.

Man is born with the faculty of speech. Who gives it to him? He who gives the bird its song.