The customer is the immediate jewel of our souls. Him we flatter, him we feast, compliment, vote for, and will not contradict.

Great is paint; nay, God is the painter; and we rightly accuse the critic who destroys too many illusions. Society does not love its unmaskers.

I do then with my friends as I do with my books. I would have them where I can find them, but I seldom use them.

We put our love where we have put our labor.

The good writer seems to be writing about himself, but has his eye always on that thread of the Universe which runs through himself and all things.

But genius looks forward: the eyes of men are set in his forehead, not in his hindhead: man hopes: genius creates.

He who does a good deed is instantly ennobled. He who does a mean deed is by the action itself contracted.