A deep man believes that the evil eye can whither, the heart's blessing can heal, and that love can overcome all odds.

The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed.

We must not inquire too curiously into the absolute value of literature. Enough that it amuses and exercises us. At least it leaves us where we were. It names things, but does not add things.

We postpone our literary work until we have more ripeness and skill to write, and we one day discover that our literary talent wasa youthful effervescence which we have now lost.

There is an intimate interdependence of intellect and morals.

As much wisdom may be expended on a private economy as on an empire, and as much wisdom may be drawn from it.

Every word was once a poem.