The test of a vocation is the love of the drudgery it involves.

All mirrors are magical mirrors, and we never see our faces in them.

People before the public live an imagined life in the thought of others, and flourish or feel faint as their self outside themselves grows bright or dwindles in that mirror.

Fine writers should split hairs together, and sit side by side, like friendly apes, to pick the fleas from each others fur.

When we say we are certain so-and-so can't possibly have done it, what we mean is that we think he very likely did.

Don't laugh at youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find his own.

Self-respecting people do not care to peep at their reflections in unexpected mirrors, or to see themselves as others see them.