The vulgar call good fortune that which really is produced by the calculations of genius.

I will not hide my tastes or aversions. I will so trust that what is deep is holy, that I will do strongly before the sun and moon whatever only rejoices me, and the heart appoints

The picture waits for my verdict; it is not to command me, but I am to settle its claim to praise.

Performing on a stool, we've got a sight to make you drool, seven virgins and a mule, keep it cool, keep it cool.

Good as is discourse, silence is better and shames it.

A dilettantism in nature is barren and unworthy. A fop of fields is no better than his brother on Broadway.

Private, accidental, confidential conversation breeds thought. Clubs produce oftener words.