There is no Death,/What seems so is transition.

Fame, or notoriety, whichever that special noise may be called when the world like a hound 'gives tongue' and announces that the quarry in some form of genius is at bay, is apt to increase its clamor in proportion to the aloofness of the pursued animal.

If we choose to be no more than clods of clay, then we shall be used as clods of clay for braver feet to tread on.

The Press nowadays is not a literary press; classic diction and brilliancy of style do not distinguish it by any means.

Greatness is always envied - it is only mediocrity that can boast of a host of friends.

the world is not always kind to a clever woman even when she is visibly known to be earning her own living. There are always spiteful tongues wagging in the secret corners and byways, ready to assert that her work is not her own and and that some man is in the background, helping to keep her!

There is nothing so depressing as a constant contemplation of one's self, and the greatest moral cowardice in the world's opinion comes from consulting one's own personal convenience.