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.

For all the talk you hear about knowledge being such a wonderful thing, instinct is worth forty of it for real unerringness.

Praise is well, compliment is well, but affection-that is the last and most precious reward that any man can win, whether by character or achievement.

They say that you can't live by bread alone, but I can live on compliments.

What is there that confers the noblest delight? What is that which swells a man's breast with pride above that which any other experience can bring to him? Discovery!

When ill luck begins, it does not come in sprinkles, but in showers.

Many people have the reasoning facility, but no one uses it in religious matters.