Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

It is said that ridicule is the test of truth: it is never applied, but when we wish to deceive ourselves.

doubts, like facts, are stubborn things.

One would think that an unsuccessful volume was like a degree in the school of reviewing. One unread work makes the judge bitter enough; but a second failure, and he is quite desperate in his damnation. I do believe one half of the injustice - the severity of 'the ungentle craft' originates in its own want of success: they cannot forgive the popularity which has passed them over.

It is amazing how much a thought expands and refines by being put into speech: I should think it could hardly know itself.

Every other species of talent carries with it its eternity; we enjoy the work of the poet, the painter, the sculptor, only as thousands will do after us; but the actor - his memory is with his generation, and that passes away.

How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.