Money, which represents the prose of life, and which is hardly spoken of in parlors without an apology, is, in its effects and laws, as beautiful as roses.

Never mind the ridicule, never mind the defeat: up again, old heart!-it seems to say,-there is victory yet for all justice; and the true romance which the world exists to realize, will be the transformation of genius into practical power.

It is a capital blunder; as you discover, when another man recites his charities.

Universities are of course hostile to geniuses, which, seeing and using ways of their own, discredit the routine: as churches and monasteries persecute youthful saints.

Men are what their mothers made them.

We resent all criticism which denies us anything that lies in our line of advance.

Who hears me, who understands me, becomes mine, a possession for all time.