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

We should nourish our souls on the dew of Poesy, and manure them as well.

There are people whose society I find delicious; but when I sit alone and think of them I shudder.

How often my soul visits the National Gallery, and how seldom

The great art of writing is the art of making people real to themselves with words.

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

Those who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there isn't a God.