When I step into the batter's box, the fans, the noise, the cheers, they all disappear. For that moment, the world is just a battle between me and the pitcher. And more than anything, I want to win.

It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my being

Invention consists in the capacity of seizing on the capabilities of a subject, and in the power of moulding and fashioning ideas suggested to it.

The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.

When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?

With how many things are we on the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries.

The modern masters promise very little