I have thought many times since that if poets when they get discouraged would blow their brains out, they could write very much better when they got well.

Don't go to sleep, so many people die there.

The future interests me - I'm going to spend the rest of my life there.

In Boston they ask, how much does he know? In New York, how much is he worth? In Philadelphia, who were his parents?

When I take up one of Jane Austen's books ... I feel like a barkeep entering the kingdom of heaven. I know what his sensation would be and his private comments. He would not find the place to his taste, and he would probably say so.

It is the will of God that we must have critics, and missionaries, and Congressmen, and humorists, and we must bear the burden. Meantime, I seem to have been drifting into criticism myself. But that is nothing. At the worst, criticism is nothing more than a crime, and I am not unused to that.

If you would beseech a blessing upon yourself, beware! lest without intent you invoke a curse upon a neighbor at the same time.