I heard a neigh. Oh, such a brisk and melodious neigh it was. My very heart leapt with the sound.

Be true! Be true! Be true! Show freely to the world, if not your worst, yet some trait whereby the worst may be inferred!

We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves.

One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the applause of mankind, from generation to generation until the colors fade and blacken out of sight or the canvas rot entirely away.

The greatest possible mint of style is to make the words absolutely disappear into the thought.

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.