you have not a boat of your own, that is just it; that is what women always suffer from; they have to steer, but the craft is some one else's, and the haul too.
There is no applause that so flatters a man as that which he wrings from unwilling throats.
Talent wears well, genius wears itself out; talent drives a snug brougham in fact; genius, a sun-chariot in fancy.
Who has passed by the fates of disillusion has died twice.
No great talker ever did any great thing yet, in this world.
You know the Ark of Israel and the calf of Belial were both made of gold. Religion has never yet changed the metal of her one adoration.