But whoso is heroic will always find crises to try his edge.

We dare not trust our wit for making our house pleasant to our friend, so we buy ice cream.

The question is whether [suicide] is the way out, or the way in.

We don't grow old. When we cease to grow, we become old.

It is easy to see that what is best written or done by genius in the world, was no man's work but came by wide social labor, whena thousand wrought like one, sharing the same impulse.

We are as much informed of a writer's genius by what he selects as by what he originates.

We are wiser than we know.