In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.

Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.

A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.

Rough Johnson, the great moralist.

Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.