Generosity is the flower of justice.

The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.

Nobody has any conscience about adding to the improbabilities of a marvelous tale.

And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.

Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.

We do ourselves wrong, and too meanly estimate the holiness above us, when we deem that any act or enjoyment good in itself, is not good to do religiously.

Would Time but await the close of our favorite follies, we should all be young men, all of us, and until Doom's Day.