[His mind] was like a volcano, full of fire and wealth, sometimes calm, often dazzling and playful, but ever threatening. It ran swift as the lightning from one subject to another, and occasionally burst forth in passionate throes of intellect, nearly allied to madness.

Women excel more in literary judgment than in literary production,--they are better critics than authors.

Flattery, if judiciously administered, is always acceptable.

We are more prone to murmur at the punishment of our faults than to lament them.

Our weaknesses are the indigenous produce of our characters; but our strength is the forced fruit.

Genius is the gold in the mine, talent is the miner who works and brings it out.

Thoughts come maimed and plucked of plumage from the lips, which, from the pea, in the silence of your own leisure and study, would be born with far more beauty.